Aware of the true pecking order, I brazenly enter his inner office without knocking. He abruptly stands and I am greeted with the comical sight of custom-made, starched cotton shirt, hand painted silk tie and complete nudity from the waist downward. He humbly says hello and I know to stare at the small p***s, which so conveniently coincides with his stature. It slowly stiffens.
“Glad to see me, as always, Oliver. It is possible that little worm has grown?”
He squirms and Pamela laughs, enjoying the boss’s discomfort.
“Got some legal docs I need drawn up. And they have to be tight; legally tight and binding.
“I’ll sit there. Step aside.”
Our meek and silent Oliver moves from behind his desk and I sit in his impressively large swivel chair. I open my purse and extract latex gloves.
“Pa
