He tore off the sheet, folded it up and slipped it carefully into his pocket… Taking a final look around, his eyes happened to look down and into the waste basket. He smiled when he saw them and a moment later, he drew them out. The panties were shredded and torn; their crotch was still wet with the dew of her passion. He couldn't help putting them to his face and sniffing deeply for a moment; the aroma was wonderful, musky and sweet at the same time, very intimate and exciting. He decided to keep them too and slipped them into his pocket.

With the same care, he came out of the office and went unobserved, back to his own desk. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, but the fates had delivered into his all too willing hands a very powerful weapon for revenge.

He looked up and saw that Valerie had finished in the bathroom. Her hair had been combed and her lovely lips had a new, gleaming coat of lipstick. He looked at her for a long moment and smiled an evil smile.

Valerie saw his look and his smile. She didn't know what they meant, but they filled her with deep misgivings. Despite the heat of the day, the warmth of her blood engendered by her recent activity, she shivered. She didn't like Burt and didn't trust him. She toyed with the idea of mentioning this to Mr. Eldridge and made a silent vow to keep out of Burt's way.

Then, not looking at him, she went back to her desk and resumed her tasks. Burt smiled again, to himself. The haughty cunt! He would teach her a thing or two!

CHAPTER TWO

One hot afternoon, about a week later, Valerie waited on the corner of Park and Fifty-Ninth streets for Blair to come around the corner. True to his promise, he was going to buy her some new panties to replace the ones he had torn the week before. His only stipulation had been that he could go with her and help pick them out. Valerie's body heated with the idea.