It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done since) but I went to the warehouse again the next day just so I could ogle Otis' hard black body ...gain and to reconfirm that I wasn't imaging that huge tool of his.I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge black man I realized that I was going to have to find out what it would be like to have him. The thought scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my life. If my husband. Sie lehnte sich inihrem B?rostuhl zur?ck, streckte sich und schloss erneut ihre Augen. Was f?rein Tag! Immer wieder war etwas Neues auf ihren Schreibtisch gekommen, sievermutete, dass dies der Preis f?r ihr hohes Gehalt und ihre Stellung in derFirma war. Pl?tzlich sp?rte sie hinter sich eine Bewegung. Einebehandschuhte Hand zwang einen Gummiball zwischen ihre Z?hne.Geistesgegenw?rtig packte Jessie die handgelenke des unbekannten Angreifers.Sein Griff war wie ein Schraubstock. Ohne Hilfe war sie. Until he does, quit insisting on that silly six date rule of yours."I laughed at that. "Oh? And what's so silly about that? If you remember correctly in the beginning, I was more than willing to just be my old horny self, even if that made it look like I was easy or something. And then the very first guy I end up going to bed with since my divorce, pops off in less than fifteen seconds. Next thing I know he's laying next to me, snoring away in my bed. Damned if I'm ever going to let that happen. ‘Where are the weapons?’ I asked as I place the warm barrel of my gun against the dying mans temples. ‘What… weapons…?’ His voice was weak and broken as he tried to speak through the blood that had begun to gather in his throat. ‘The ones you and your little party boys here were transporting.’ I snarled as I gestured to the dead. ‘We… weren’t… carrying weapons… Only… the… ‘ The poor bastard never finished what he had to say. With a choke, blood began to trickle from his mouth as he slumped.