You know what you want done and he’s gonna do it for you. You don’t have to like him to work with him!’ Shannon was on her own for the first tim... in her life. Having grown up in Charleston, the only child of a CEO for a major shipping firm, she hadn’t lead a ‘hard’ life, but she wasn’t spoiled either. Her parents had worked hard to get where they were and her Irish ancestors instilled a desire to achieve in all the generations previous. It was Shannon’s grandmother O’Malley who had taught her. The place served beer, I was feeling very happy, so I bought a couple of rounds for the table. Along a bit before nine we begged off, the crew following us out into the parking lot amid catcalls of ‘save some strength for tomorrow!’“Let’s go home, baby,” she said, buckling into my truck.“Happy to.”“You’re okay to drive?” she asked.“I had two beers. You had two beers. Based on ratio of alcohol to body weight, you’re twice as drunk as I am.”“I’m not drunk.”“Neither am I. just being sociable.”“It. "Submit!" she screamed into my face. "Submit!"I struggled and tried to tear her hands from my throat as she rested thefull weight of her body on me to keep me pinned in place, but I couldbarely see what I was doing. Everywhere was noise - a cacophony thatmade no sense. I was choking and I was in pain.I scratched jagged long marks down the sides of her arms with my nails,marks that would take a long time to heal, but I think she must havebeen impervious to the pain, boosted on adrenalin as I. While pulling her hair into a ponytail, she flung open the door quickly, and stared at her father, who was standing curiously close to the doorway. There was no doubt that her father was hard, as Michelle could clearly see the bulge forming a tent in his pants. Resisting the urge to reach out and caress it, Michelle instead smiled at her dad teasingly, turned sideways, and squeezed past him, making sure her ass brushed against his trouser front. Michelle's happy mood came to an abrupt halt.