I could feel an orgasmic hurricane rising up from my thoroughly breached and battered cunt, raging through my solar plexus and practically blowing the...eyeballs right out of my head. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t breathe. All I could manage to do was make these loud inarticulate yelps like a shot seal. My legs were wrapped so tightly around Sam, I’m surprised I didn’t snap his thigh bones in two as I spasmed and convulsed in unholy erogenic rapture. Slap-dab in the midst of my apocalyptic. I must have imagined it. I leaned back into the water and closed my eyes. My eyes shot open when I heard them again. I couldn't have mistaken it this time. It couldn't be James. I hadn't heard his truck pull in or the front door, which I'd deadbolted, open. I stood up, reaching for a towel to wrap myself in. Suddenly, a man came running into the bathroom, dressed in all black and wearing a ski mask. He reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me out of the bathtub and stumbling through the. “Yeah, yeah,” the blonde laughed. “You’ve reminded me of that ever since you finally got old enough to buy your own booze.” Jahn got the distinct impression that Fiona was the more mature of the two, whatever their age. “I’m Jenny, or Jen if you like. Are you into Scientology?” Baffled by the question, he blurted out, “The fuck? Not in this lifetime…” She seemed to be making fun of him, but he didn’t get it. “How about acting?” Frowning, he shook his head at her question. Seeing that he was. In a panic, Jacob released Ariel and dove beneath her desk. In a flash, she was back in her chair, looking completely professional as the client approached the small window. "Good morning, Mr. Stevens,” she chirped pleasantly. “You must be here for your consultation with Mr. Tyler. I'll let him know you're here.” As she informed the head of the firm via the intercom that his first appointment of the day had arrived, she was distinctly aware of the fact that Jacob was crouched under her desk,.