He raised his cloak with his right hand while holding up the lap robe with the other. That chilled his whole body, but the goal was worth the cost. Wh...n she got in, she sat on the cloak. He covered her with the lap robe and held it against her shoulder with his right hand. That put his arm around her. He drew down his left hand, conscious that his forearm had pressed against her breast momentarily through the robe and multiple layers of clothing. He took up the reins and flicked them to urge. Lou Grant was a balding fireplug, short and squat with beefy arms that bulged out of his rolled-up sleeves. As Mary came into his office, he slid closed the drawer where he kept his bourbon and planted both meaty fists on his cluttered desk. His expression softened as he saw who it was."What is it, Mary?" Uh, Mr. Grant, you know, I've been here quite awhile now, and..." That's right, Mary, you have. How long has it been now?" His bushy eyebrows rose with the question."Well, about a year." That. My parents upgraded it through the years to keep it up to code. I have since brought it up to code but added a lot of technology. I have cameras in every room. Yes, every room. I have 5 cameras here in my office, which is of course on separate recorders and not for public viewing. They are angled so those setting in front of the desk can't see. For discipline purposes, I have a straight-backed wooden chair with the legs shortened.I noticed in one of my monitors my next appointment. Miss. ”“That sounds very similar to what happened with Becky and me, you know? The difference is I refused her. You should have refused Pete if you didn’t want it. But you know what, I think you did. You met Pete and before you had sex with him, you cut me off. I never put that requirement in place. You could have dated him and still kept your appointments, so long as he didn’t think he was your only guy.”“But I didn’t want it.”“Your actions say differentLY, Melanie. We talked about this when you.