The door opened and in walked Lisa Manning, one of her employees. She was one of the more conservative women in the office, but likable. "I'm sorry for bothering you Mrs. Bennet, but ..."
"It's not a problem," Katie said. Just as long as you make it quick, she thought to herself. She really needed to touch her breasts some more. She didn't know why, but lately she's been having a strange fascination of them. She never liked to fondle them before. She looked at Lisa and began to wonder what her breasts looked like. She always wore such conservative blouses. It was hard to tell what cup size she was. But Katie figured she had at least a C-cup. She began to look at her chest inappropriately as she wondered, which made Lisa noticeably uncomfortable.
"Um, Mrs. Bennet?" the 28-year old asked.
"Huh?" Katie asked, breaking out of her leer. Was she actually leering at another woman? She remembered feeling this way about her daughter earlier that morning, but it felt weirder for some reason to feel that way about Lisa.
"Are you okay?" Lisa asked.
"Uh, why do you ask?" Katie asked, feeling a little flushed.
"You don't look well. Maybe you're sick or something."
"No, I'm fine. I just had a rough morning." Pleasurable morning, more like it, she thought, thinking back to when she and her daughter fondled each other's breasts. This thought made her think about what she could do with Lisa. Maybe if she asked nicely, Lisa would let her touch her breasts. Man, I am just obsessed with breasts, she thought. But it wasn't a bad thing. At least, that's how she felt about it now.
"Well, I just came to ask you if you had some time to check on these cases," Lisa said, handing Katie a stack of papers. "I noticed some odd things about them and thought that maybe there was some contradicting information."
"Sure, I'll take a look," Katie said, grabbing the papers.
Lisa smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Bennet."
