Chapter 5

The company plant was located at the north end of town. The offices were housed in a rambling two-story structure at the front, while the factory and warehouses comprised the remainder of the forty-acre site, along with wood storage yards and parking lots for the employees.

Sixty-five percent of the adult population of Cannon Oaks worked there, and many persons commuted from nearby towns and the rural areas in between. Whatever happened to the Bardell Company would have a vital bearing on the economic barometer of the whole region.

The first man Jeff met, after Bunyan had pulled his white Continental to a stop on the visitor's lot and the two men had proceeded to the executive's offices, was Norman Kelly, a carrot-haired, bespectacled man of about thirty-eight who held the title of General Manager.

Kelly was about as unfriendly as a long-time executive employee might have been expected to be when the big boss' ne'er-do-well son showed up to assume command. Sullen was the word to describe his attitude. But Jeff's father had praised him highly, and Bunyan had agreed that Kelly was the man for Jeff to work closely with until Jeff got the feel of things.

As they sat in Kelly's redwood paneled office and discussed some of the rudimentary points of the company's operations, Jeff yearned to get a feel of the manager's secretary who stood at her boss' side and every once in a while bent over the desk to find something for him in one of the many files stacked there.

Jeff's chair was perfectly situated to give him a down-the-cleavage slant on her charms when she bent forward. Either the secretary wore a very loose bra or none at aU beneath her bulky knitted blouse, because her white breasts hung like plump bell clappers, and the two top buttons of her blouse were undone so as to furnish a view which stopped just short of indecency. In other respects, the girl seemed quite ordinary, except that she was tall and had what appeared to be good legs. Her hair was dark brown and drawn into a rather unattractive bun. She wore little makeup. Her ass was lacking in any particular appeal, in spite of the fact that her dress fit closely and she did not seem to be girdled.

She had given Jeff a little smile when they were introduced, but outside of that had indicated no interest in him whatever. Still there was the way she had positioned herself directly opposite his chair before she began bending forward. Perhaps this was pure coincidence, but she could not have been ignorant of the crotch-shot she was giving him.

It was agreed that Jeff would occupy his father's old office, which was adjacent to Kelly's suite. His father's secretary, a prune-faced spinster, had been kept on while the elder Bardell was in the hospital, but Jeff informed Kelly, as soon as the secretary had left them alone in Jeff's office, that he wanted someone else.

"What for?" Kelly asked. "Miss Watson has been with the company for twenty-five years."

"And looks it," Jeff added. "I want someone has more . . . uh, pizazz."

"Pizazz?"

"Sex-appeal, Kelly! Miss Watson's boobs are like squeezed lemons, and I've never seen a woman's ass more straight up and down. Even your secretary has more in back than that."

"I don't see what a secretary's rear has to do with anything," Kelly stated. "You don't? Well, I feel sorry for you.

Incidentally, how's your girl in the sack?"

"You mean in bed?"

"Yes, unless you do your banging on top oi desk."

"Miss Dobbins doesn't bang," he said huffily "At least, I don't bang her. I'm a married man Bardell."

"So am I, and I never figured marriage was synonymous with walking death."

Kelly looked at him as one might regard a small boy scrawling dirty words on a fence.

"Anyway, I want a new secretary," Jeff instructed. "What have you got?"

"Well, there's a pool. I suppose you can choose someone from that."

"How are the pickings? You know what's there and I don't."

"I'm sure I wouldn't be able to advise you," Kelly said. "We seem to have different ideas about a secretary's qualifications."

Jeff stared at him for a moment. Then he picked up the telephone on the stand beside his chair and buzzed for Miss Watson.

"Do we have office boys in this place?" he asked her.

"Of course, Mister Bardell."

"Well, get hold of one of them and send him in here, will you?"

"What's that for?" Kelly asked suspiciously.

"Wait and see," Jeff told him.

When a tentative rapping sounded at the door. Jeff called, "Come in." The door opened and a tow-headed nineteen-year-old approached his desk. "What's your name?" Jeff asked.

"Lee, sir. Lee Bitsky."

"All right, Lee, I need some advice."

"From me, Mister Bardell?"

"From you."

The kid looked flabbergasted.

You know the chicks in the secretarial pool.

"Yeah. Sure, Mister Bardell." "Okay. Now, suppose you were in my place and could have your pick of the lot which one would you choose for a private secretary? Be honest, now."

"Bardell!" Kelly protested. Jeff ignored him and prompted Lee, "Go ahead.

Tell me."

Lee reddened slightly and said, "Well, I guess it depends on what a man happens to like."

"What do you like?" "In a girl, you mean?" "I don't mean in a walrus." "Gosh, Mister Bardell, I don't think there's anything better than a pair of big luscious ..." He glanced at Kelly and lost his voice. "Were you going to say boobs?" Jeff asked.

"Well, not exactly," Lee stammered, "but it means the same thing."

"Okay. So bring me the boobiest girl in the pool. I mean, if she's not a beast in other respects, You pick the one you'd like, then tell her I want to see her right away."

"Yes, sir, Mister Bardell," the youth said eagerly and left the office.

'That was disgraceful," Kelly said. "If you're going to deal with the personnel that way, you're going to have no end of trouble."

"Kelly, why don't you get back to your own work? I'll call you if I need you." The manager, shocked by Jeff's abrupt dismissal, remained rooted to the floor for a few moments, redness, creeping forward from his ears until it had suffused his entire face. Then, without a word, he turned and strode to the connecting door between the offices. He pulled the door hard behind him. Jeff took a handful of paper clips from the center drawer of his father's desk, leaned back in his father's deeply upholstered leather chair, and amused himself by tossing clips at the waste basket. He scored about one hit out of four, which he figured was a pretty fair average considering the distance.

Someone knocked at the door, and he said "Come in."

She did, carefully closing the door behind her. She approached Jeff's desk.

"I was told you wanted to see me, Mister Bardell."

His gaze began at the top of her head and slowly meandered down until he was staring at the black pointed toes of her shoes. "Turn around," he said a trifle huskily. She gave him a surprised look, but she turned. His gaze now climbed from the elevated backs of her shoes up until he was looking at her brunette hair again.

He said, mostly to himself, "Remind me to give Lee a raise."

"I beg your pardon, Mister Bardell?" she asked, turning to face him.

He cleared his throat and said, "Never mind."

She was not merely beautiful. And to say that she was sexy would have been like saying a blast furnace at U.S. Steel was warm. She was also young. Jeff guessed she was only a year out of high school.

"Sit down, dear," he said.

When she moved toward a chair directly in front of his desk, and too close to afford him the view he wanted, he said, "No. Take this one over here." He indicated the chair beside his desk, which was pointed directly toward him with nothing between.

She took it, crossing her legs with the sibilant sound of nylon rubbing against nylon. Her skirt was short. She was long-legged. Jeff stared. finally he lifted his eyes to hers, which were clear and deep and dark velvet-blue. He asked, how would you like to be my secretary, darling?"

"Oh, Mister Bardell!"

"Would you?" "I certainly would!"

He smiled and fingered his chin as he let his eyes glance over her once more. "Well now," he said, "that just might be possible. What's your name?" "Diane, sir. Diane Garner." "How much do you make, Diane?"

"Two hundred and sixty dollars a month." He picked up his inter-office phone and buzzed

Miss Watson, keeping his eyes on Diane all the time

"Miss Watson, how much is your salary?" "What, Mister Bardell?" "Your salary. How much money do you make here?"

"Well, with my last raise, Mister Bardell, it comes to six hundred and fifty dollars a month." "Six-fifty, eh?" He watched Diane's deep blue eyes widen.

"That's based on twenty-five years' service," Miss Watson pointed out.

"Yes. I understand. Thank you." He hung up the phone.

"From two-sixty to six-fifty," he mused aloud, continuing to watch Diane. "That's a difference of two-and-a-half times, I believe." "Oh, Mister Bardell!" The girl was so choked up she could hardly speak.

"Stand up again, darling, will you?" She uncrossed her legs and stood. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes were dancing. He now scrutinized her very carefully, taking much more time than before and being deliberately obvious in his inventory. She was tall-five-eight, he judged. Her dress was a coral-colored, two-piece knit, and it fit with breath-taking precision. Her howitzer shell breasts did not merely thrust forward; they soared. Her hips and buttocks looked as if they had been formed by a master sculptor who'd had a lifetime to devote to the project. Her thighs, beneath the close-fitting skirt, hinted at exquisite delights. Her knees were smooth. Her calves swelled just enough. Her ankles were delicately slender. Her face radiated youthful freshness. Her features were pretty: nose straight, lips plump, skin clear, eyes like bottomless pools. Her hair was almost jet-black. And with it all there was the indefinable quality that men looked for above and beyond all others. This girl had it to an abundant degree. Sexy? She was more than that. Just for curiosity. Jeff would have liked to know the temperature inside her panties.

"May, I . . . uh, sit down, Mister Bardell?" She was getting nervous.

He smiled. "No. I don't believe so, dear. Not quite yet. So you want the job? You'd like that six hundred and fifty dollars a month?"

"Oh, yes!"

"How badly do you want it?"

"So badly I can taste it, sir."

"Indeed." He smiled again.

"Do you believe I'm . . . qualified?"

"Well, that's the one thing I'm not sure of, Diane. You're certainly attractive enough, and I think that's a very important factor for an executive's secretary. You're young . . . but I have nothing against youth. I presume your shorthand and typing are up to par. So that leaves just one point I'm a little in doubt about."

"What's that, sir?"

"Well, let me give you an illustration. One thing I certainly would require in a girl is the ability to take everything in stride. In other words, she would not fluster easily." "Oh, I don't fluster, sir." "You don't?" "Certainly not. I can handle difficult situations of all kinds. I never get upset." "Mmm."

A perverted idea came to him. At first he had intended to take the girl himself-to spread her on the wide, fawn, leather couch at the side of the room, or perhaps to plunk her squarely in the middl'e of the lime green carpet. That, he had felt, would be a fitting qualification test. He believed that she would not refuse, considering the two hundred-fifty percent raise he was dangling in front of her

But Jeff was a somewhat jaded man. Straight sex, even with a new girl who was something of a goddess, had lost a lot of its appeal through the years. He preferred to devise some little quirk, unless there was a pre-existing one built into the nature of the girl or the situation.

He was thinking of a particularly interesting one now.

He asked Diane, "How do you like Lee Bitsky, dear?" "Who?"

"The office boy."

"You mean the one you sent to get me?" "Yes." "Well, I've never thought of him much, one way or the other." "You haven't?"

"I didn't even know his name," she said with an embarrassed smile.

"Mmm. I'm going to offer you a little test, my dear. If you pass it, you will get Miss Watson's job, but not at six hundred and fifty dollars a month. I'll boost that to seven hundred."

She gasped and, girlishly, her hands came together in front of her. He thought for a moment she was going to jump for joy.

"I must warn you, though-the test is an extreme one. If it shocks you, if you become too flustered to carry it out, I will know you're not the girl for the job. Oh, there are a couple of points of information I require first. I hope you won't mind."

By now he had her completely off balance. She had no idea what he was getting at, but she was determined to do everything possible to satisfy him and thereby claim the choice job.

"Of course, I won't mind," she said. "I told you I don't get flustered."

"Very well. Point one-are you a virgin?"

Her mouth opened but she didn't speak.

"Are you a virgin, darling?" he repeated.

"Well*. . . no. But I don't see ... "

He held up a hand for silence. "Point two," he said. "Do you take the pill?"

"I don't see what that has to do with ..." She was coloring brightly.

"Ah-ah, Diane. You're getting a little flustered."

"I am not," she maintained stoutly, trying to pull herself together.

"Answer the question, sweetie," he prompted.

"Very well, I'm engaged." She flashed a diamond he hadn't noticed before. He had been too busy sizing up her figure. "We're not in a position to get married just yet, so naturally I have to be careful."

"Of course you do." He beamed.

"I still don't see what that has to do with a job as your secretary."

"You don't? Really?"

"Are you saying, Mister Bardell, that you expect your secretary to go to bed with you?"

"Not necessarily. But I expect her to be broad-minded enough to do so if the whim should strike me."

Is that what governs your sex life-whims?"

She seemed to be getting a little angry and he was afraid he might be wasting his time, but he was not a man to give up prematurely.

"Oh, always," he said in reply to her question. "Does that shock you?"

"I guess not," she said shifting her weight from one foot to the other. He had deliberately made her remain standing because of the psychological advantage it gave him.

And are you the sort of girl who would automatically write off any possibility of having sex with a man in the office-a boss or whatever-merely because you're not in love with him?"

"Well ..." She was blushing furiously. "Are you? I have to know, dear. This is a key point."

"I guess not," she said finally. He beamed and picked up the telephone at his side. "Miss Watson," he ordered, "find that Bitsky boy and send him in here again." He hung up.

"Mister Bardell," the girl murmured, leaning forward. "You're not saying that you expect me to. . to make love with . . . with that office boy, are you?"

He clucked his tongue. "There. You see? You're flustered."

"I am not flustered!" she almost screamed. "Well, you certainly seem to be. And I couldn't stand to have a secretary who allowed a little thing like this to upset her."

"Little thing? Sex isn't a little thing, Mister

Bardell."

He sighed and looked at her sadly. "Mister Bardell," she said, walking around his desk and standing directly beside his chair, "I'll do anything within reason. I'll be a good secretary. I'll work hard."

"Pine. Pine. What I have in mind is very reasonable, I believe. As a test. I admit that it's extreme, but I expect a lot of the girl who works directly for me."

She stood still, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling. He could almost feel the heat emanating from her pussy.

"I'll tell you what," he added. "Why don't we make that salary an even eight hundred? How would that be? And I give you my promise that if you pass this test with flying colors, the job is yours."

"Mister Bardell, I simply don't know what to say."

"Either you meet the qualifications or you don," he told her. "If you don't, I'll shop around for someone who will."

She was experiencing a torment. He could almost imagine her standing on a bed of hot coals and trying not to move her feet.

He reached out, placed his hand at the outer side of her right knee, and slid his hand upward on her warm thigh. She quivered but did not jump. His hand slid off the sleek stocking- top and onto the bare flesh of her thigh. He held her there for a few moments, his fingers teasing over her panties' crotch, her skirt and slip bunched against his arm, and he looked up into her eyes.

"Mister Bardell," she whimpered, "you're a bad man."

"Granted," he said with a laugh, pulling his hand away. "If the free enjoyment of sex is bad. Otherwise, I might be considered very good indeed. How many executives would offer eight hundred dollars a month to a secretary just barely out of high school with practically no experience? I would say that's very generous."

A knock sounded at the door.

"Well?" he asked. "I wouldn't want to embarrass Lee. Are you prepared to go through with this, or aren't you?"

She worked her lush lips, moistened them with a red tongue and swallowed.

"Well?" he repeated sharply.

"Where?" she asked. "I live at home. I don't have any place to take him."

"And probably Lee lives at home, too, wouldn't you say?"

"I suppose so."

"A motel is out," Jeff mused aloud. "That would cause talk. Well, there's just one solution. You'll have to do it right here."

"Here?"

"Here and now," he said firmly. "And I'm going to watch."

Her face grew redder and he had the impression of mercury climbing high in a thermometer. What happened when the pressure exceeded the capacity for which the thermometer was built? It exploded. He realized he was risking a very hard slap across his face.

"Think of yourself as an actress in a porno movie," he said. "They don't draw the line at anything, and there are always lots of people on the set."

"They make more than eight hundred dollars a month, too," was her surprising answer.

He laughed. "Don't bargain with me, darling. Eight hundred is tops. Now be a good little girl and sit in that chair." He called, "Come in, Lee!"

The youth had no idea what to expect. This was the most stimulating psychological factor in the situation. Diane knew, and Jeff had satisfied himself that she would go through with what he was demanding. But Lee was totally unprepared for what might turn out to be one of the most exciting experiences of his entire life.

Lee took two steps into the room and his gaze moved tentatively from Jeff to Diane. It stuck there. Her legs were crossed, with her skirt well above her thighs, and the young man's eyes probed right into her crotch. More quickly than he would have liked, no doubt, he had to pull his gaze away and direct it at the important man behind the desk. Diane was nervous, but her color had quieted down a bit.

Jeff said, "Close the door, Lee."

"Oh. Yeah. FnVsorry."

He turned and closed it, then faced Jeff again, once more letting his gaze touch Diane on the way.

"Do you know Diane, Lee?"

"Sure. I mean, I know who she is."

"But you two have never been formally introduced, have you?"

"No. I guess not." He laughed uneasily. He was wondering what this was all about.

"Well . . . Diane Garner, Lee Bitsky. Diane, give Lee a kiss."

This time .it was Lee's turn to get red. He did, quickly. He tried to laugh, but the laugh petered out almost as soon as his eyes crinkled. He gulped. He was looking at Jeff as if he wondered whether the big boss had gone off his rocker.

But Diane stood up and crossed to where Lee was standing. Without hesitation, she pressed against him and tilted her face to the side. She hardly had to tilt it upward at all because she was almost as tall as Lee.

She kissed him.

Lee didn't take hold of her. His hands lifted part way and sort of stuck out to the sides, the fingers wiggling.

Diane backed up.

Lee grinned all over as he blushed furiously.

He looked at Jeff and laughed, "Hey, Mister

Bardell, what the dickens is this?"

"Well, Lee, I'll tell you. You've heard of coffee breaks, right? You probably have a couple every day."

"Yeah. Sure." He was still excited and completely off stride.

"This is a sex break," Jeff went on. "I'm making you a present of Diane for the next twenty minutes or so."

"You gotta be kiddin'!" Lee exclaimed.

"No, I'm not." He glanced at Diane and asked, "Am I, dear?"

"Mister Bardell," was all she said, in a tone that would have gone well with, How could you?

"Tell Lee," he instructed. "Tell him he can fuck you, dear."

This was the crucial point-the last hurdle the scheme had to vault. Once Diane said this, Jeff could sit back and enjoy this show.

He felt very much like a zoo caretaker throwing a succulent piece of meat to a hungry young wolf.

Diane raised her eyes to Lee with apparent difficulty. She was blushing again. Lee kept swallowing against the lump in his throat as he returned her gaze, and Jeff could not help but notice the fact that Lee was getting a hard-on.

"Go ahead, Diane," Jeff commanded. "Tell him."

"You can make love to me, Lee," she said.

"Aw, no," Lee said hoarsely, "you don't mean it." But he obviously was hoping against hope that she did.

"You mean it, don't you, Diane?" Jeff prompted.

"Yes," the girl said. "I mean it. I want you to screw me!"

Lee leaned forward as if he were about to lunge, then he stopped. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He turned a tortured face toward Jeff.

"What the dickens do you expect me to do, Mister Bardell?" he bawled.

"Take her," Jeff replied calmly. "Here. Now. On that couch."

"But golly!"

"Yes, Lee?"

"You're here."

"So? Conditions are never ideal. The thing to do is to make the most of circumstances as they arise. The ability to do that represents the worth of a man. Go ahead, Lee. I won't bother you."

He had set it up. Now everything was in the hands of the two young people. Jeff guessed that neither of them was over nineteen. If all went well, he was about to observe sex enacted as innocently as was possible in nature's scheme.

Lee gave him a long anguished look. Diane looked at Lee. She was resolved to go through with it. When Lee turned to her and their eyes met, he could not hold back.

He went to her and pulled her into his arms. This time he embraced her tightly and kissed her with raging passion, obviously using his tongue and drinking in her saliva. Diane reciprocated. Her body mashed against his. One of Lee's hands slid down her back and fanned across her rounded buttocks. He pulled her buttocks more firmly to him, compressing the pliant flesh.

Now there was no stopping either of them. Diane became as involved as Lee. He led her quickly to a position beside the couch and, as Jeff watched, she began to take off her clothes while Lee also stripped.

It was like a stag movie come to life-except that Jeff had never seen such a beautiful woman in such a film.

The full impact of Diane's beauty was just now getting through to him as she drew off her knitted pullover, making her breasts quiver in her bra as she pulled cloth past them, then as she let down the elasticized waist of her skirt.

Her underthings were nude-colored, and both bra and slip had pretty white lace appliques. Lee was staring at her even as he wrestled with his own clothes. He glanced at Jeff a couple of times in embarrassment, but desire was a much stronger force in his young body. The extent of his desire became fully visible when he staggered to pull off a pantleg, his knit briefs proved unequal to the strain his fully erect cock put upon them. Diane looked up to see the total exposure of Lee's admirably large cock.

Her lower lip quivered and she seemed to move faster. Her slip came down in a wink, and Jeff admired her full, smooth thighs which were bare above her stocking tops. Her panties fit like a second skin of silk.

The popping of her bra provided a tremendous thrill. Though Jeff had seen hundreds of pairs of naked boobs in his time, he couldn't remember any that were so huge and full, yet so upstanding. They stuck almost straight out in front of her, as if they were being held by invisible strings. Her nipples were big and red, fully distended though they had not yet been touched.

She sat down to remove her stockings and shoes, then stood up and faced the other way to strip off her panties. Her buttocks were round and tight and taut. Lee was staring. She hardly had time to rid herself of her garter belt before he was literally upon her, forcing her down on her back on the couch, one leg going up next to the wall and the other hanging to the carpeted floor.

Lee kissed her breasts. Diane had her eyes closed and she twisted her shoulders, causing her full breasts to roll against Lee's kisses.

Jeff watched and became massively aroused. He had wanted a different kind of kick and he was having it, but it was not a kick that was going to produce his own release. It was going to leave him up in the air unless he insisted on taking seconds from the beautiful Diane. He didn't want to do that. Physically, of course, his desire could not be questioned, but in a deeper way he felt he would not be proud of himself if he were to force Diane to accept him as well as Lee . . . assuming, of course, that Lee satisfied her.

Lee's kisses were all over her nipples-rolling and pulling at them, almost as if to harm the throbbing red tips-and then, without taking time to kiss her anywhere else, he sprang on top of her. His hand held his cock as he searched for the opening of her cunt. He found it finally, slipped into position, and pressed.

Diane whined and her upraised leg clamped down around his back.

He began to move wildly, fiercely-much too fast for the beginning, Jeff thought. He took heart over the possibility that Lee might prove unequal to the demands of his partner's ravenous young body and that Diane might be more than happy to have Jeff himself spring to fill the void which Lee was apt to desert prematurely.

But this didn't happen.

Lee proved that, young as he was, he had staying power. He was a man who could start fast, stay fast, and see his woman quake and shiver with ecstasy before he delivered his final stroke.

Diane was moving wildly now as his cock plunged relentlessly in and out of her sex-slick vagina. Her mouth was open wide. Her hair was tossing. Her dark-shadowed eyelids were closed. Her breasts quivered like perfect mounds of Jell-O as Lee gave himself to her in a rocking, socking rhythm which was being accepted eagerly and in perfect tempo by her bouncing cunt.

She began to make anguished little sounds and Jeff knew she was just about there.

He was telling Lee silently, Finish now! Leave her hanging! Get soft and leave her twisting and panting in anguish!

But Lee didn't do anything of the kind.

Diane moved her pelvis and he moved his cock faster. Her cries grew louder and more passionately excited. Her heels drummed the backs of his thighs. His hips fucked wildly.

Suddenly Diane lifted and tightened and released an open-throated cry. Lee growled viciously and slammed his prick into her several final times. Their bodies quaked and pressed together, shuddering mightily.

Gradually the dual climax ebbed and both partners spent several moments kissing and murmuring. Jeff took out his handkerchief and mopped his forehead, even though the office was air-conditioned. The couple on the couch were blissfully satisfied and at ease, but his cock was throbbing and in a state of almost painful arousal.

He turned his chair away from the sight of them. He didn't want to watch them disengage from one another and arise to put on their clothes. He had to calm himself, because right now the most important thing in the world was for him to get out of that office and head for the mansion at the top of the hill where he had been raised. His father wouldn't be there, but his wife and/or Lupita would. He didn't care which one of them would greet him. Whichever it was, he would act first and speak later.

He glanced quickly at his watch. It was nearly lunch time. That would make his departure seem appropriate.

He stared at the blank wall and began counting from one hundred backward. But the stirring vision of Lee on top of Diane, driving deep into her lovely pussy kept registering in his mind. Finally he succeeded in chasing that out, only to have it replaced by the vision of his naked wife standing beside a naked, bust-heavy Lupita. His cock continued to throb, demanding a release which was not at hand and which would not even be possible unless he calmed down sufficiently to walk out of there,.

Finally the backward counting achieved its purpose and, by the time Lee and Diane were dressed, he was able to arise and walk to the door.

"Go to lunch, kids," he growled at them. "Afterward I want to see you, Diane."

"Yes, sir," she murmured.

He thought as he headed through his outer office about poor Miss Watson. But it couldn't be helped. He wasn't, after all, running a charitable institution. If an old employee didn't have what it took to please him, that was too bad. The old had to make way for the new.

Kelly, who was just returning from the men's room, sought to stop him in the hall to discuss some business matter. "Not now," Jeff snapped, and thrust his general manager aside. There were more important things to take care of.