..) I lean in to meet her half way but she's holding me back... my flesh is burning against her open hand...I push harder... she resists. She leans in...further... the fire in her eyes is darker... she's not grinning anymore.She grabs a fistful of my shirt as well as several of my chest hairs as she presses me heavily against my wall with her forearm. I'm breathing hard from the pressure and the lust. She's so close... I can smell her passion."I hope you don't think I arrived here early just to. I adore your cupcakes.” “And you are my favorite customer. Come see where I work.” He took my hand and led me behind the counter and through the door to the kitchen. A couple of young Somali guys, tall and skinny, were cleaning up. “You don’t want to get that pretty dress dirty,” said Willie, grabbing the hem and pulling it over my head. And there I stood, buck naked in his kitchen while he carefully folded my dress and placed it on a clean table. The Somalis were bug-eyed by then. He was. " And Janet has no idea?" No, of course not."Well, well, well. I considered the potential of the situation for a while, then ordered Stephanie to stay there asleep until I returned. I had gotten Janet's phone number from her after having sex with her, but I'd never called her before. After a couple of rings Janet answered."Hello?" she said."Hi, Janet, this is John Ross."There was a long pause, then in a cautious tone she answered, "Um, hi! How are you doing?" Pretty good. Listen, could you come. That reminded him that earlier in the day, he’d been reading an article about bridge networks and containerization that seemed germane to how non-profits might distribute applications meant to serve poorer communities in a cost-effective way. He found the article and started to read. He’d gotten three paragraphs further than before and just opened a command-line to run some Docker commands when there was a knock on the door, almost certainly one of the twins.“It’s not locked,” he called out and.