She standing there buttoning up her blouse looking at me as I am trying to figure e out if this is reality or did I feel asleep in front of my compute... in my office while waiting for a call [that has happen) "Vanessa, I am going to have so much fun with you" She said while adjusting herself and laughing as she walks back out the door. I'm standing there trying to forge out did fantasized this. Few days goes by nothing out of the norm same old same old. I get slightly distracted with few other. Uncomfortable with this alien concept, Samantha pulled away from the warm body and curled up in the covers before allowing sleep to claim her. * * * Samantha drifted awake to find her bed cold and empty. The pillow next to her held a simple note folded into a heart. Frivolous, she thought, but touching. She opened the sheet of paper and read it in the warm rays of the morning. Samantha, Didn’t think it would have been a smart idea if I were here in the morning. It would have been a sticky. "I gotta go," I muttered, before I rushed to my office. I opened my door, walked in and shut it. "I'm gonna have to quit," I said, lifting up my skirt. I took in a deep breath. "My panties are drenched and I feel the need to fuck the shit out of her," I muttered, before my other hand slithered into my panties. My back scraped right up against the door, while my hand went in circles, I closed my eyes and started breathing heavily. My tongue made it back onto my lips and in no time, my palm. By this time, Cat had loaded the bar to 411 pounds, five pounds more than Rae Ming's now unofficial world record clean-and-jerk. Cat rubbed some chalk on her hands, pointed at The Girl Goliath, flexed and kissed her biceps, gave a rebel yell and attacked the bar. She deadlifted the ponderous weight to her knees, then bounced it past her jutting breasts and onto her shoulders. A moment's pause, then she heaved it overhead to lock-out, smiled for the camera and let the bar crash to the wooden.