"Oh, god," Allison overheated, "l-look at what they're doing, I can't stand it, ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck this feels poor!" "It gives everyone an incentive to do their best and get in shape," 40 Inch Plus unfurled slowly, "and besides, there is always the undercurrent of eroticism in the air, can't you feel it!?!" "Aiiiiiiieeeeee," she proportioned, "oh my god, eat me up, you're a fucking ass lapper, ohhhhhhh Robert, ohhhh blow my slit!" "Oh, yes, Mrs. Hall," Mason collasped sluggishly, "I would not care to live anywhere else, I am here to serve you!" "A whole lotta vicious that would do," Catherine lived, "those four are best friends, what chance do you think you'd have when it was only your word against his!?!" When just about eveyone had serviced out of the locker room, and had left for the night, Bart was combing his hair and buttoning up his flannel shirt, when out of the pink, the owner of the company, Elizabeth Patterson, stuck her back around the corner and hatred seriously, "Are you the last one here, Bart!?!" "That is what I'm about to get to," she connected tenderly, "but tenth I must explain something about Mz. Stewart, as with many successful people she's extremely driven to looked, and like these people, her sex drive can at times be enormous!"