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 | If we truncate the session and bring the team in to really "hone in" and get granular on this system alert, I think those pimps at corperate will see this as win-win and go to bat for us before the Prime Account gets audited. |  |
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 | My balls. Your Chin, #ssh#le. |  |
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 | Well. First thing we do about the session is rip that blouse off and see if we're dealing with D-Cups or not. If yes, then we bend that system alert over and f#*k it hard in the devil hole, minus the obligitory reach-around. And the Prime Account? Don't worry about it. Taken care of with what we used to call "a little bit of wetwork." |  |
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 | Can he tell how hard I am? |  |
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 | Wonder if he knows I made sweet love to his wife, in my mind, during this entire conversation. |  |
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