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   My cock wilted slowly inside Carmen's sweet ass, while my own sphincter
milked the last of my wife's discharge from her gradually softening cock. I
was sated, content.  It had been one of the best nights of sex since I
first met the sexy blonde who eventually married me, and I was happy,
but...

   "Okay," I asked, "What's up?  What's the big deal?"

   Carmen giggled softly, her sphincter doing wonderful things to my cock
in the process, "You'll have to ask your wife about that, Mr.  Travis!"

   "Patricia?" I turned toward the other lovely lady behind me.

   She sighed heavily, and said, "I was hoping to wait until you were a
little more relaxed!  I should have known you'd figure it out."

   "Do you think we over-did it?" Carmen laughed, her ass again doing
magical things to my dick.

   "Probably," Patricia sighed, "but he probably would have known something
was up, anyway."

   "So what IS up?" I asked, still not too concerned.

   "Well," Patricia answered, "it's one of those good-news, bad-news kind
of things..."

   "Give it to me straight, Doc." I joked, "I can take it!"
"Okay: We found a CEO for SyncComp..." my wife said.
"Hey!  That's great!" was my reply, "Now I don't have to do his job

anymore!"

   "Well, actually..." Patricia evaded.

   "What do you mean, 'actually...'?" I asked, getting a sinking feeling in
my stomach, "You don't expect me to train this guy, do you?"

   "Well, no..." I couldn't understand what was keeping my wife from
telling me straight out!  "You don't need to train him since he's already
up to speed."

   "I thought we had screened all the current and former SyncComp execs..."
I said.

   "We did.  Gary, the board wants YOU to take the position full time." I
could feel the tension in her body as she said this.

   Of all the reactions she might have expected, I would have bet that
laughter wasn't one of them, but it's what she got.

   "Me!?" I gasped, "Oh that's a good one!  All that build up...  Your
timing was perfect!"

   "I'm as serious as a heart attack, Gary." Patricia said, not a hint of
humor in her voice, "And so is the board."

   "You CAN'T be serious!" I exploded, "I'm an unemployed former engineer.
I have no experience!  I don't even have an MBA!  How could they even
consider me, much less pick me over all those others?"

   "Simple, dear." Patricia embraced me as she spoke, "We gave you a test
drive, and you came through with flying colors!  You've BEEN the SyncComp
CEO in all but name for the last few months, and the board is uncommonly
pleased with what they've seen.  It was their idea to make it official,
though I think it's a good one."

   "...'Test drive'?" I was still not believing what I was hearing, "All
the stuff I did was submitted under your name!"

   "Actually, it was OFFICIALLY submitted under my name, since you had no
legal authority to do anything, but I made sure that the board knew my role
was only as approver - that you had done the real work." Patricia replied,
"Please don't be angry.  You really are the best candidate for the job."

   "So this was all a setup?" I said, "All along you intended to put me in
that job?"

   "No." Patricia replied, "If you remember, it was your idea to handle
those decisions on my behalf.  I thought you were doing a pretty good job
at it, so I just let you keep doing it, but I believe in giving credit
where it's due, and though the ultimate responsibility was mine, I was
happy to sign off on your work.  The board, apparently, was happy with your
work, too."

   "Well I'll be damned!" I said, shaking my head.

   "So, will you take the job?" she asked.

   "I'll have to think about it." I replied, "But wait a minute!  You said
it was a 'good-news, bad-news' scenario.  While I'm not sure yet that the
offer is the best news I've ever had, I doubt if YOU would consider it bad
news, so what's the bad news?"

   "If you decide to take the job," Patricia said, "You'll tell ME the bad
news, if I know you."

   I tried to think what that meant, but my thoughts got sidetracked with
consideration of the offer.  Could I do it?  If it was true that the board
liked what I had been doing, why not?  'Because that CAN'T be the whole
job.' I told myself.  If I were installed in an office at SyncComp, things
would be a whole lot different than doing research and making decisions
from home, based on the papers Patricia brought me and brief conversations
with her.  Even I knew that SyncComp had been almost on hold for the past
few months, but the important decisions had been made - the ones that kept
the company going and the money flowing, and I had been the one making
them.

   "If I decide to do this," I spoke, thinking aloud, "I could be putting
at risk everything you've worked for with these companies.  SyncComp is the
cornerstone of your strategy, and if I fail at SyncComp, the whole thing
will fall apart."

   "But don't you see, Gary?" Patricia said as she disengaged from my ass,
leaving me feeling empty, "That's exactly why it's such an elegant
solution! You, more than anyone else we could hire, know and understand
that strategy.  You KNOW how key SyncComp is, and what it has to do to
fulfill its part of the overall plan.  You can make that happen!  What the
company needs is a leader, Gary, not a high level manager.  Make sure your
management team is good, then let them do their jobs.  Your responsibility
will be to give them direction and focus."

   The incongruity of discussing such weighty issues while ensconced in my
sister-in-law's ass was coming home to me and I murmured something that I
hope was appropriate as I left Carmen on the bed and followed my wife into
the shower.

   "It's a big responsibility." I said, as we soaped each other, "I always
thought my place was behind the throne, whispering in the monarch's ear,
you know?"

   Patricia pulled my head down and kissed the tip of my nose.

   "You do that whispering behind the throne bit very well," she said, "I
must admit, but now it's time for you to come out in the open and stand
behind your decisions - to whisper in your own ear, so to speak."

   I thought more about it as we showered in silence.  Certainly, I had an
inside track to one of the best mentors one could ask for, and I had to
admit the idea was growing on me.

   "I don't know, Patricia." I mused as we toweled ourselves dry, "Coming
up with a truthful story about how I came to be there, and what qualifies
me to be telling all those executives what to do is going to be tough."

   "You leave that to me." she smiled, "I've got whole rooms full of people
whose jobe it is to make silk purses out of sow's ears."

   "Oh, now I'm a sow's ear!" I said, feigning indignation.

   The sexy blonde gave me a hip thrust that almost upended me, but I
enjoyed the bounce it caused in her lovely breasts as I stepped back to
regain my balance.

   "You know that's not what I mean!" she pouted.

   I hugged her naked body to me and kissed her before replying, "Yeah, I
know.  But it was worth it to make your tits dance like that!"

   "You're incorrigible!" she smiled, pretending to hit me.  Suddenly she
was serious again.

   "Gary, please take the job." she pleaded, "It would be a big load off my
mind."

   "Okay, sweetheart," I said, just as seriously, "just for you.  Well,
okay, a little for me, but mostly for you!"

   Carmen passed between us on her way to the shower and gave an indignant
cry as, simultaneously, Patricia and I each smacked a cute butt cheek.

   "Hey!  Watch it!" she exclaimed.

   "I AM watching it!" I replied.

   "Me too!" said Patricia, "I just LOVE the way it jiggles!"

   Carmen cracked up, giggling as she closed the bathroom door.

   Having made my decision, my mind turned to the things I knew were
pending at SyncComp, and the things I would have to do to establish myself.
In the process, a thought struck me.

   "When do I start?" I asked.

   "In two weeks." Patricia replied, "It'll take them that long to get your
accounts and permissions set up on the data systems, and do a background
check."

   "You're not worried about that background check?" I asked.

   She looked at me levelly and replied, "It will barely scratch the
surface of the one Howard's firm did for me before I asked you to marry
me."

   My first reaction was outrage, but that passed quickly.  Patricia, as
Ms. Collins, had a LOT to risk in getting married, and I guess I couldn't
blame her for trying to protect herself.

   I knew I had done some things in my younger days that I wasn't very
proud of, but nothing terribly serious.  I had no felony convictions, and
most of the stuff I'd done, Dolores could have told her about without a big
investigation.

   "Smart woman." I said, taking her in my arms, "I knew there was a reason
I agreed to marry you besides that big thing you've got swinging between
your legs!"

   "Flatterer!" she replied.

   "Oh shit!" I said, "I have just realized what the bad news is!"

   "It's okay, dear!" Patricia said, "We'll get in touch with Le'ini and
her father and let them know we can't come, but will see them in a few
months."

   "I don't think this is an occasion you can blow off that easily, dear."
I said, having been the one who handled the correspondence, "You and Carmen
should go, since the celebration is about your offspring, and Carmen would
love to see the Islands.  Give King Kalea and his daughter, and our young
mothers my apologies and best wishes.  I'm the one who's about to be
swamped here, not you."

   "Are you sure?" Patricia said, "I don't want to just toss you into the
deep end and pull up the ladder!"

   "I think so." I said, "The first month or so, I won't really be expected
to DO anything.  In fact, that would probably be the worst thing I COULD
do. I want to spend that time getting to know the people and the problems
they're facing before I make any drastic changes.  It also wouldn't hurt to
let them get to know me a little."

   The next two weeks were a blur.  I worked with Patricia's PR people
until we had a blurb about my background that sounded good but was
completely true.  While it mentioned my years in the industry, it said
nothing about the positions I'd held, concentrating, instead, on the time
I'd spent 'consulting' with Patricia, without mentioning her name.

   The board, to cover themselves a little, set up a series of interviews
between myself and the board members, and to my surprise, they were even
more enthusiastic after the interviews.

   I went with Patricia and her sister to the airport, insisting that she
take a satellite phone for emergencies, since cellular service was
non-existent in the Islands.  My heart was heavy as I rode the limo back up
the peninsula.

   I dove into preparation for my new position with a vengeance.  To my
surprise, even though she knew I wasn't going to have sex with her while
Patricia was gone, Felicia, at loose ends for the summer, took to hanging
out with me when I was home.  She was still a provocative little nymphet,
but I think, now, it was less intentional than her natural style.

   Even though I had little time to spend with her, it was nice having her
around, and Felicia seemed content to read or surf the Internet, as long as
I was nearby.

   I put my network into high gear, and by the time I started my first
official day as CEO of SyncComp, I had a pretty good idea of where my
problems were going to come from, in terms of opposition to my leadership.
The outspoken critics, I could deal with.  With their objections on the
table we could discuss them and hopefully reach a satisfactory conclusion.
It was the 'subversives' about whom I was most concerned.  They would be
the ones who smiled and shook my hand, then did everything in their power
to make me fail.  Thanks to my 'spies', though, I had a pretty good idea
who they would be, and how they would work against me.

   The reactions among the executives at the initial Leadership Team
meeting were pretty much as I expected, and I didn't try, in that forum, to
change any minds.

   "I'm very happy for the opportunity to join such an exciting industry
leader." I told them, in the speech I had prepared, with the help of
Patricia's PR people.  "For the time being, everything will be business as
usual.  Over the next few weeks, I'll be meeting with each of you and
getting to know you and the company better, and catching up on the backlog
of issues left by the sudden departure of Mr.  Hansen.  I'm not prepared to
answer any questions at this time, so if you'll defer them to our
one-on-one meetings, I'd greatly appreciate it."

   There were, of course, questions, anyway.

   "Are you planning any changes to our product lineup or marketing
strategy?" this from the VP of Marketing.

   I was, but this was not the time to say so.

   "It's far too early to make such decisions." I said, "I won't rule it
out, but until I've had a chance to familiarize myself with our products
and markets, I won't be making any drastic changes."

   Actually, I was probably more familiar with our markets than she was,
having seen them from above, but again, the timing was not right.

   "Are you planning any layoffs?" This from Engineering.

   "Why?" I asked back, "Do you need some time off?"

   That got a few chuckles, but I didn't want to start my watch with a
cop-out so I continued.

   "Again, it's not something I will rule out," I said, "but I have no
plans at this time.  My initial assessment is that, for the forseeable
future, we will have enough on our plates and will need everyone we can
get, but as I said, that can change."

   There were more questions in the same vein - trying to eke some
certainty out of an inherently uncertain situation.

   "I understand that a change of command is always an uncertain time for
everyone," I finally said, "and I'm sorry that I can't offer any sureties
at this time.  With your help, I will assess our current positions in all
of these areas, and as soon as I've reached some decisions, I'll let you
know.  Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your time."

   With that, I picked up my notepad and retired to my office.

   "Martha," I said to the VP of HR as I opened the boardroom door, "may I
see you for a moment, please?"

   "Certainly, sir!" Martha was an attractive, fortyish woman whom my
network said was hard to work with, but who always had the company's best
interest at heart.  If that was the case, she must have been testing me.

   I closed the door to my spacious office, feeling, once more, a sense of
wonder at having landed there.

   I picked up the stack of resumes Martha had given me that morning and
handed them back to her.

   "Martha," I said, "I am not Hansen.  When I ask for resumes for
executive assistants, I'm not looking for bimbos or eye candy!  I need a
real assistant and you've got one more shot at getting me the right
resumes, or I'll have a new VP of HR, is that clear?"

   Without batting an eye, she pulled another, smaller stack of resumes
from her attache case.  She handed them to me with a smile.

   "Just as I suspected." I said, "Now, if I've passed your test, can we
get on with getting this company back on its feet?"

   "We can now," she smiled, "now that we've got someone in that chair
that's more interested in leading than in chasing tail."

   As she turned to go, I said, "I hope that's the last of that foolishness
I'll see from you, Martha."

   "It is," she replied, seriously, "from me.  But you know there will be
others."

   "I expect it, and, like you, I'll give them one shot." I said, "After
that, they'd better get down to business."

   The second stack of resumes Martha gave me looked better, but it was
still tough finding just the right one.

   -------- "Oh no.  Computers and I don't get along well at all!" the
matronly woman said, "I've been an executive assistant for thirty five
years, and I've gotten along just fine without them."

   -------- "I'll need every Thursday evening off." the youngish man said,
"That's my bowling night."

   -------- "Your personal stuff?" the young brunette answered, "Oh no. 
That's your business.  I only work on company stuff."

   -------- "Now," asked the red-haired woman with the lined face, "who's
going to do my copying and filing?"

   -------- "My last manager?" the prissy young man said, "Oh, he was a
total jerk!  Nothing I did was good enough for him!  I even took it on
myself to redecorate his office, and did I get even a 'Thank you!'?  Not
from him!"

   -------- ...and so it went.  When I found her, she almost knocked me out
of my socks.

   "My job, Mr.  Travis," the thirty-ish brunette with blonde streaks said,
as if she'd already been hired, "Is to make it possible for you to be as
effective at doing YOUR job as possible.  If that means fetching coffee or
getting your car serviced for you, that's what I'll do.  I'll reserve four
hours a week for your workouts, and if you'll let me, I'll keep an eye on
your diet.  Your schedule belongs to me.  You don't make entries in it, you
ask ME to.  I handle your travel arrangements and expense reports.  I also
make sure you get home to see your family instead of spending all your time
at work."

   "Why do you want to leave your current position?" I asked.

   "That's between me and my boss," she said, tight-lipped, "just as your
business will be between you and me."

   "You understand that this is not a nine-to-five job?"

   "I work when you need me to work." she said.

   "How would you describe the perfect executive assistant?"

   "She's about five-five, has brown hair that is currently streaked
blonde, and is slightly overweight from not making it to the gym very
often." she smiled.

   I smiled with her, then re-phrased my question.

   "Okay, what personality traits does she have that make her the perfect
assistant?"

   "If she believes in her boss, she's absolutely dedicated to his
success." she said, "to everyone else, she's whatever she needs to be to
make him successful, including being an absolute bitch to those that want
to waste his time with trivia."

   "And if she doesn't believe in her boss?"

   "She works somewhere else." was her reply.

   So Gloria became my assistant, and as much as I hated to admit it, she
was better than Mary.  She insisted on a half hour slot for herself each
morning, to go over my schedule for the day and to get my signature on
things that needed it.  Learning to make the most of each other's strengths
took much longer, but from day one I depended on Gloria to keep me on
track, and she did.  She never left any doubt that I was the boss, but
neither did she back down when she knew she was right and that I was just
being obstinate.

   Now I really got busy.  My first rebellion came out of engineering.  I
had been interviewing execs, managers and engineers to get a clear picture
of what it took to produce our software, not just the organization chart
that did it, when Sanjay Singh, my VP of engineering stormed into my
office, nearly bowling Gloria over.

   "It's alright, Gloria." I said, "Please reschedule my next couple of
appointments.  Sanjay will need about an hour."

   She gave me a dirty look, but closed the door behind herself as she
left.

   "I'm giving you this one indiscretion, Sanjay, because you don't know me
yet." I said, "In the future you will schedule appointments with me through
Gloria, like everyone else.  Now what's on your mind?"

   "How dare you come into my department and question my people?" he leaned
over my desk, red-faced, "If you need to know something about my
department, you come ask me!"

   "How long have you been in this industry, Sanjay?" I asked.

   Taken aback, he answered "Twenty four years, why?"

   "How much longer do you think it's going to take you to figure out how
things work?" I asked, "Because I can't afford to wait too long for you."

   "What do you mean?"

   "It's not YOUR engineering department, Sanjay!" I replied, "It's mine!
And because it's mine, I have every right to make sure that the person in
charge of running it is doing his job right!  Frankly, at the moment, I'm
more than a little disappointed about that!"

   "Why you, you...!" he didn't quite step over the line into profanity,
"I've checked up on your background, MISTER Travis!  Last year you were an
unemployed engineer!  You have no right to tell me how to run my
department, much less to be sitting behind that desk!"

   "Like I said," I repeated, "'How much longer is it going to take you to
figure out how things work?' I AM behind this desk because the board PUT me
behind this desk, and the sooner you get used to that, the sooner we can
get on with the business of making this the great company it's destined to
be.  You can argue any business issue in the world with me, Sanjay, but if
you come to me again with the argument that I should step down from the
position entrusted to me, you'll get nothing but fired!"

   "Oh!" he practically shouted, "Now you want me to be a 'yes' man?"

   "No," I said calmly, "and if I ever suspect you are becoming one, I'll
fire your ass so fast it will take your breath away.  I'm just telling you
that neither of us has the right to second-guess the board.  If you think
I'm the wrong man for the job, then go work for someone else.  If you're
willling to give me a chance to prove myself, then I'd be happy to have
you, arguing all the way, about anything else except whether or not I
deserve my job.  Is my position clear on this matter?"

   He was still agitated, but no longer fuming.  "Yes."

   "Good, now, would you like to know what I've discovered in my
investigation?" I asked, waving toward a side chair.

   "Sure." he replied, slouching into the chair and sounding as if he'd
rather hear almost anything else.

   "I discovered that your development process sucks." I held up a hand to
forestall his protests, "And that you've lobbied for a long time for the
budget to improve it.  Instead, your budget has been wasted on bug-fixing
and ISO 9000 compliance and training so you can pass the audits every six
months for a non-existent process.  Does that about sum it up?"

   He nodded grudgingly.

   "Okay, I want a plan and a budget proposal on my desk in three weeks,
detailing how you intend to get us to CMM level three, and the time frame,
with milestones for achieving it.  Can you do that?"

   "I can have it in two weeks." he said, "Most of the work is already
done, but it needs updating."

   "Take three weeks anyway." I said, "And make sure it's correct and
complete.  I'd rather have it take a little more time than to waste my time
on shoddy work, okay?"

   Looking a little less upset, and a little bemused, Sanjay nodded.

   "Now," I said, "Tell me the other issues you're facing and let's see if
there's anything I can do to help."

   By the time he left my office, I felt I had a provisional ally in
Engineering, and word would spread.  More importantly, I felt I had a
champion in development for the process improvements that would take us
from being a second rate software vendor to a premier provider with a
reputation for quality.

   Marketing was a different story.  Beth Larson had been around even
longer than Sanjay, and was accustomed to 'managing upward'.

   "Well that's an excellent suggestion Mr.  Travis," she said sweetly,
"but you see, we have all these features that our competitors have added
that we need to get into our product, or we won't even be able to compete!"

   "I'm sorry, Beth." I said, "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear.  Who
owns SyncComp?"

   "Why, Patricia Collins, of course." she answered, "Well, Collins
Industries.  But everyone knows she's the majority stockholder."

   "Now, what other companies does Collins Industries own?" I asked
patiently.

   "Why, I'm sure I don't know!" she replied.

   "Well, I'm sure I DO." I pressed the button that lowered the projection
screen and lit up the InFocus projector.  A chart of Collins Industries
holdings appeared on the screen, repeated off my computer screen.

   "Now take a close look at these companies." I said, "What can you tell
me about them?"

   "Well," she cleared her throat, beginning to realize she just might be
out of her league, "they are all major players in the peer-to-peer
application segment."

   "And what is our major strength?" I prodded.

   Beth fidgeted, answering, "Transferring data efficiently between
applications on different machines..."

   "Now," I said, like a kindergarten teacher, "What happens to all these
cute little applications if suddenly there's an easy way to tie them all
together - to pass data back and forth between them?"

   She sat back, eyes wide, a hand to her chest, "My God!  I never
realized...!  The market would explode!  The demand for these products
would suddenly go through the roof!  They'd be virtually indispensible!"

   "And...?" I prompted.

   "...and SyncComp would be the key to the whole thing!" she gasped,
"Without us, those are just novelty applications with little practical
value, but put our products in the middle and you revolutionize the way
companies work, the way people communicate...  The possibilities are
endless!"

   "Now get this, Beth," I said softly, "When I tell you how I want things
done, it is NOT a suggestion unless I SAY it's a suggestion.  Do we
understand each other?"

   "Y-yes Mr.  Travis." she stammered.  "I'll get on that right away!  What
about partnerships with these companies?  Will they go along?"

   "I have very good reason to believe they will." I said.  I knew damn
good and well they would, but if no one had made the connection between
Patricia and me yet, so much the better.

   Every day brought more documents for me to sign, and more things for me
to read, and even with Gloria's help, I was getting swamped.

   Finally, one day, Gloria said, "Why are you doing all this?  This is not
your job!  This is management stuff!  You're supposed to be a leader!"

   I stared at her, dumbfounded, then said, "Now that's the most
intelligent thing anyone has said to me since I've been here!  Thank you!
Set up a meeting with the leadership team!  We need to revisit the
Management Approval Process.  You can start screening executive meeting
requests once I meet with them.  Thank you!"

   I would have hugged her had not the image of my predecessor assaulting
my ex-wife been so fresh in my mind.

   Nights, of course, were a different matter.  That huge bed was a
wasteland without Patricia's warm, soft body pressed against mine, and her
silky fragrant hair spilled over my chest and shoulder.  Sleeping was a hit
or miss proposition, even though I was fatigued from work.  My body adopted
an every-other-night sleep schedule.

   I would toss and turn one night, unable to sleep, then struggle with
grainy eyes through the next day at work.  That evening, out of sheer
exhaustion, I would sleep the sleep of the dead.  The following night, the
cycle started all over again.  Finally, after an eternity, my wife returned
from the Islands.

   I met Patricia at the customs exit and we kissed long and hard as Walt
took her bags in tow.  After many protestations of having missed each other
(I believed her, I could feel her erection against my thigh!), I looked
around for her sister.

   "Where's Carmen?" I asked, "Did she get hung up in customs?"

   "No, Gary," Patricia said, holding onto my arm as if afraid to let go,
"she decided to stay.  King Kalea and Le'ini were very disappointed that I
wasn't willing to participate in another of their orgies without you there,
but when they found out that Carmen WAS willing, and that she was
unattached...  Let's just say, they couldn't get enough of her, and I've
never seen her happier!"