I actually couldn't believe how wet I was staying. There was so much going on all at once. T came over and rubbed his hand across my back. He bent dow..., made eye contact with me and asked if I was okay and having fun. I nodded. I actually don't know how long this went on. Jordan was fucking me hard and then switching to very slow. From time to time he'd smack my ass, which caused me to cry out, but I loved it. I just kept looking into Patrick's dark eyes and sucking him. We had a connection,. He laughed. "Maybe you'll believe it tomorrow morning when Dr. Brassardpokes his head into your room and says, 'Everything went fine, Ms.Myles!'" Yeah... maybe!" I laughed. We chatted for another few moments, then...lights out.I woke in my room, groggy but generally feeling pretty good. My partnerwas sitting by my bedside."How do you feel?" he asked."Hmm... Not bad, I think. No pain, no nausea... not bad."It had taken me a few moments to remember just why I was here. Then Ireached down, and. Hell I wouldn't either if I got threw through a door cause you were in a bad mood." They keep sending those little pussies over here, and right away they want to go through my files which are off limits. They all think they own everything they lay their hands on and I'm fed up with it. My file cabinets are just that, MINE!"He glared at both of us and seemed to just notice the file we had on the counter. He walked over looking at it."God Dammit Jeffers, if I told you once I told you a hundred. “I need a job here,” Mia said, simply.“What? Bartending? My bartending team is a little low. Waitressing? Can you do that?" I asked.“No, silly. Dancing.”“Wait, wait, wait. Don’t you have a job? A non-dangerous one? And secondly, I just had amateur night auditions this afternoon. What makes you think...” I got interrupted.“About the job, it’s history. Which made me find you,” She said.“How?" I replied.“Keisha. You forgot? We all know each other from back in the day, remember?” Mia said. “About.