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This was the first time that I couldn't.

I somehow managed to stumble through the rest of the day, though my memories are pretty blurred. The only thing I can recall with incredible clarity is Lorra sitting ever-so-casually at that table as I pored over company manuals and screened the requisite orientation films. She had a glass of water beside her at all times and a habit of clutching it lightly with one hand, then moving that hand up and down, up and down, up and down. From her furtive, seductive glances I could tell that she knew damn well the effect this was having on the males in the room.

That night, I went home and had sex with my wife with more enthusiasm than I'd shown in a long time. I'm just glad it's never been my habit to yell out names during climax, because I would definitely have been in some deep, DEEP SHIT. I had my eyes closed the entire time, imagining Lorra in my wife's place.

The next morning, I chose another pair of loose-fitting pants and fought mixed emotions as I drove to Wooleyhan. This was the first time I'd EVER looked forward to coming into work. But was I really looking forward to it? I didn't know what to think, or how to feel, and the moment I walked into the conference room I knew things were about to either get a lot worse or a lot better, depending on one's perception. Lorra was there (with bells on, I'll add) but the three other trainees were nowhere to be seen. Lorra grinned at me and I hurried out the door, mumbling something about giving the guys some extra time to arrive. But my experience at this company had taught me better: They weren't coming back. No way, no how. It was Lorra and me, alone together for a day of training.

About 20 minutes later, I managed to resign myself to my fate (whatever that was going to be). The second day of training is more meaty than the first, requiring the trainees to pair off and practice sales skills on each other, alternately playing the parts of telemarketer and sales prospect. When I explained this to Lorra, she beamed at me and my stomach sank down into my balls. I cleared my throat. "Um...So the first thing we should do is go over the script for the product you'll be selling." Script in hand, I sat down next to Lorra and held my breath as she inched her seat closer, not stopping until we were nearly touching.

This particular client had a rather lengthy script and I didn't know whether to curse them for it or sacrifice a lamb in their honor. I tried to stick to the company bullshit line, coolly and professionally explaining such things as skip patterns and rebuttals. Lorra seemed to hang on my every word, her deep brown eyes constantly catching mine even though I was trying to keep them on the paper. I felt her shift position so that her thigh and leg were touching mine. My voice raised by several octaves for a few moments and I heard her giggle softly.

"Okay," I said, pushing the script over to her (not that it had that far to go), "Why don't I be the customer and you pitch this to me?"

Lorra smiled and took the script in her hands, looking over it briefly before nodding and beginning to read. "Good morning, Mr. Robinson. My name is Lorra and I'm calling on behalf of SMC Enterprises. How are you today?"

Her voice was so DAMN sensual, deep and smooth but decidedly feminine. I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. "Oh, yeah. Uh, okay."

"Well Mr.

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