"I've got plenty to do" she said breaking the silence as Ann returned to her desk and continued to unpack her belongings and arrange things in order.

But for the fact that Ann's bare breasts were conspicuously in motion as she set about her tasks, there would have been nothing unusual about this scene. It would have looked to anyone else as if it were an ordinary office in operation.

But of course this was not the usual arrangement. At that moment I was continuing in my state of puzzlement as to what I was in for. I looked at my watch. It was 9:30 a.m. Ann had been with me for half an hour. It seemed much longer.

I spent the next few hours at my desk. My office door was open and as you might expect my attention was pretty riveted to Ann's activities. Just as I was starting to make a phone call, I would see Ann bend over to accomplish something and I would be treated to the view of her magnificent breasts swaying like churchbells. I was not getting much work done.

Shortly after noon another of my appetites intruded. I was hungry. I invited Ann to lunch explaining that we might take the time to talk about what I wanted her to accomplish in the few days. The bizarre nature of our situation was driven home as I watched Ann pull on her sweater as a prelude to leaving the office. unchtime Arrangements

I asked Ann whether she preferred a nearby seafood restaurant or a less than pretentious french restaurant that I had frequented. She said I should make the choice and thinking that I was in the mood for an omelet I steered us towards the french bistro.

The maitre'd recognized me as we walked in and gave me a warm greeting and promptly ushered us to a banquette where we were seated side by side. I am sure that he assumed our lunch was a social, not a business, meeting.

I asked Ann if she would join me in a drink.