With a plan of action laid out, Chris isn't gonna let anyone distract him... unless it involves passing out Z-cups... OK, maybe a little bit of distraction.
Boob Note -- P-Path -- 5-5    Chris worked through Chen’s words, but no matter how much he tried to accept it, it didn’t click.  Chen?  A Boob God?  Chen was the same Chen he’d always known, heavy set with one of those long curling mustaches.  He looked like a refugee from a kung-fu flick.  It didn’t help he sat around in a Mandarin jacket, just in case he had to talk to a customer.  Nothing tapped into the authenticity of a Chinese restaurant than the stereotype.
    He tried to laugh it off.  “Ha… that’s a good one.”
    Chen wasn’t laughing.
    “So… you gave me the notebook?”
    He nodded.
    “Why?”  Chris slammed a hand on his desk.  “You fired me.”
    “With severance, by the way.”
         Boob Note -- P Path Addendum -- Flat is Justice    Abner Klein woke to the smell of pancakes and sausage.  Paula had woken before him, leaving the sheets neatly tucked and straightened—just the way he liked it.  He sat up, flung his side of the sheet over hers and stretched away the soreness from his neck and shoulders.
    He made the trek into the hall of his penthouse foregoing the bathroom to walk down the winding stair.  He raised a hand, blocking rogue rays of sunlight slipping through the blinds.
    Paula stood in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron and humming a bit as she worked the skillet.
    He approached her from behind slipping an arm around her slim waist and pressing close against her taut buttocks.  “You know what I want.”
    Paula nodded, pushing the sizzling links to the back burner and killed the heat.  She held onto the hood of the stove, bent over slightly and  
Boob Note -- H-Path -- 11-2
Chris had nothing against tomboys.  Natalie reminded him of his time with Samantha—with or without curves, the brusqueness of her personality really pushed his buttons.  Seeing her so helpless, a stark contrast to her usual self, stirred something deep inside of him.
Despite that, he knew a trap when he saw one.
“Natalie.  Give me answers.  You play nice, and I might make it worth your while.”
She snapped out of her trance.  “Answers?  That’s what you want from me?  Now?”
Chris nodded.  His time with the notebook had steeled him from temptation.  He had no reason what-so-ever to take a risk enlarging Natalie with the notebook.  If she asked him nicely, he would.  There would be no breach of consent in that case even if she lied.
Whatever method she secured to ‘prove’ the notebook’s existence wasn’t the issue at hand.  N