Pamela Geiger is Kalist’s secretary and she’s forty-five, lean and tanned, but more attractive from behind than in front, according to sexist Pissec, who thinks his own wit is as sharp as a hawk’s beak. He sees a beagle sniff her leg, just below the level of her pencil-thin skirt and he snivels, “If there’s grass on the pitch,” and gives his small cock a quick squeeze under the desk.