You have a white tank top and no bra on and a little skirt on! I sneak in and an come up behind you ! I slowly move my hand up your thigh while Im kis...ing your neck! I get to your sweet spot and lightly brush it with my fingers! I move on up to your breast and massage them and pinch your nipples. I keep doing that till I get them really hard! Im still kissing your neck bitting it and licking your ear and sucking on it! I go back down to your pussy to see if your wet ! You are and I stick my. "So I thought I'd come to see you" I said, biting the edge of my lip. He knew right then why I was there. "Is this... important?" I asked, looking at the paperwork on his desk. "A moment" he said, a grin bearing. Quickly he shuffled some papers into a briefcase then threw it to the floor. "No, its not" he said, smiling. I sighed, my arms stretched out, I smacked my hands against all the left over paper and pens, everything falling to the floor. "Oops" I said, sarcastically, again biting. “Yeah, work...” Ledger lost the battle and his eyes finally drooped closed, his mouth falling open, then his head fell to the table and he started to snore loudly.“Took it long enough for that crap to kick in,” said Andrew, now more than a little bit bleary himself. “Jessa, some help here getting this idiot to his room.” He stood, then grabbed the edge of the table as the floor threatened to come up and smack him in the face. “We need to keep him out of sight for the next week for his own. The next day I was driven to the Central. Hofmannsthal was there discussing Greek tragedy with Wassermann. I gathered Hofmannsthal was re-writing his version of Sophocles for Strauss to set. I was silent.“No comments?” asked Altenberg.“Sorry. No. I find Sophocles too depressing, too bloody.”“I agree,” Wassermann said. “Yet there is a deep truth in the plays.”“That’s what Freud says, isn’t it?”“Yes. Did you read his sex-studies? Did he see the Schnitzler or did Arthur read Freud?”It was too.