“I have a feeling I’m about to find out. Go on, why don’t you enlighten me then?” Jill replied, only partially masking her intrigue behind her...tart reply.“Jill, baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but I think your trouble is that you’ve never really lived,” he told us all, delivered in a way to just provoke but not upset.“Never lived? Are you kidding me? I’ve given birth to and raised three kids. I’ve held down a stressful job for more than five years. I’ve traveled the country dealing with. I could see she must like the woman and I was very relieved someone was talking to her about her situation. ‘I have a talk scheduled with Alicia right now, which explains why Janice isn’t hovering about. But I’d like you to stay for a few minutes.’ ‘Okay, cool. Then I’ll go get something to eat.’ I said, rubbing my abdomen. I was starving. ‘Ray, thank you for the beautiful flowers,’ Alicia said in a softer voice that made me wish I had her alone. ‘You’re welcome, beautiful,’ I answered. He picked up my big suitcase as if it was a bag of sweets and placed it carefully inside."I've got to make a very quick call into work baby," he said apologetically. "But you can come in with me, I need to show you off."I didn't have a clue as to what he did for a living, but about half an hour later, he turned into a long driveway past a sign that said."Slaughter Inc." and parked in a space with his name on the wall on a brass plaque.We gripped hands again and walked past a uniformed door. Simple flirting. Day after day I strolled into his room, and we teased each other back and forth. Every day it was getting more sexual. It was fucking maddening. Like always staring at a hot plate of waffles but never getting to eat them. I would picture him walking around the desk and bending me over it, ripping my spandex down and spanking me for teasing him all the time. Sticking his long fingers into my pussy and finger fucking me while biting my neck and covering my mouth so I can't.