Enter my name? Or Donna?

As she led me through the doors of HQ, I took a brief glance at her ass. Noting to myself that it was as attractive as the rest of her, I continued walking until I again stood alongside her.

"OK, Donna," I said, rubbing my hands together. "Where do I sign-in??"

She turned to look me in the eye.

"Oh!" she said. "Hold on a minute,..."

"Richard Drake," I told her. "But you can call me 'Dick'."

"OK," she said. "Well, just hold on there, Dick! Before you sing in, we have to make sure you're able to do certain things! CPR, for instance! And we can't do that here, because somebody might walk in and catch us!"

"Who cares if anyone sees us practicing mouth-to-mouth?" I asked, secretly hoping her former man would be the one to see me locking lips with his girl.

"Oh!" she said again. "No! Not mouth-to-mouth! I mean the OTHER CPR!!"

She then leaned-in close to my ear, pressing my arm between her breasts.

"I meant 'Cock-Pussy Relationships'," she whispered.