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His immediate sperm supervisor was sperm a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she'd slept sperm her spermcocktail way to the cocktail top (or at least to spermcocktail middle management). He wasn't sure he believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had sperm the looks for it, tanned sperm skin, a sperm "killer bod" only somewhat concealed by the tailored business attire she wore, glossy black sperm hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to experience a change of attitude. All he needed sperm was to get spermcocktail her alone.
He didn't have to wait cocktail long for his opportunity. He'd hardly had a chance to clock in and sit down at spermcocktail his desk when his phone rang. It was her.
"I think sperm you should cocktail stop worrying about sperm it, Charlene," Paul instructed her. "I'll sperm take care of sperm Mrs. Cortez."
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