"A gruff voice growled in my ear, "Keep still, keep your eyes shut and do as your told, I'm going to let go of you, move and you do get hurt, big time..."I felt my arms released and the fingers left my eyes; I didn't move or try to look I stood there shaking, I jumped as my coat was jerked off my shoulders and down my arms, I heard it crumple on to the floor, then I heard a ripping sound, "Kneel down," I was so scared I couldn't move.I sudden thump caused incredible pain in my back, "Kneel now,". " Cathy I saw you yesterday in the mall with that man." She looked shocked and nervous. "Don't deny it. I was there." Her expression change quickly to one of anger." That's nothing, he's just a friend. What the fucks it got to do with you?" I shook my head in disapproval. "Remember I've got one of those mobiles that can take pictures. Well yesterday I found a use for it." I produced the phone showing three different digital pictures of Cathy and the man appearing to kiss and be intimate. It was. Weather was sitting on the edge of her bed. Her soft gray eyes, full of the pain of rejection, lanced into me, my body actually shook. The utter sadness on her face felt like an ice pick in my heart. Big eyes brimmed and a single tear fell taking my breath away. Wind gusted rattling the window, rain hitting glass like small hard peas; nature either warning me or chastising me.I should have waited. I should have explained. I didn't. The utter need to make her smile at me, to look at me like she. In a nutshell, the fantasy goes like this: the woman calls and we end up in a contest for me to shock her and for her to resist being shocked. Of course the things I tell her get viler and filthier, and eventually she gives up and gasps out that I am indeed a disgusting pervert. The phone sex ladies added the idea that the woman actually likes the things I'm telling her and I end up being her sex toy.Which brings us to the point of my writing: This summer a really hot, young woman came to work.