Then she pointed to witness statements from some of the company’s employees and several other people.I read the investigation summary. It concluded ...hat: He was blackmailing her for sex. He was threating her with ‘my!’ termination and destruction. He forced her to have sex with him. And now I knew who he was. He was my boss. Jim Johnson. He was the reason my wife, Breana, killed herself. He was the reason she was dead. FOUR STAGES OF GRIEF:I went into a rage. “That son of a bitch, that no good. We got to know each other over water-cooler small talk, and found we shared interests in literature and movies, that kind of thing. Before too long, he would swing by my office on a break to share some new book he had read, or a news story he thought was interesting. We even had lunch once. He was a talkative guy, once you got to know him, and shared a lot about his past life. It turned out that he had been a bartender for a number of years, in law school and as a barely-paid prosecutor. Why. This is when it began to get interesting.I fell asleep for about an hour but started to wake.. most of the screens were off and people were sleeping. She was turned almost on her side facing the window covered in the blanket from her chest down, she had the second blanket over her legs and just baerly over mine. I had my blanket on me. I was thirsty and got up to get some water. I came back and sat down, everyone was asleep right around us and I dozed off again but only for another hour. . I felt the next guy fumble around and then slid his cock into me. He began sawing it in and out of me as I lay passively below him at first. “Here Kevin, let he liven her up a little for you.” Ron said, as he stuck his hand between our bodies and shoved a finger over my clitoris. The combination of Kevin’s body thrusting and Ron’s finger brought me to the top almost immediately. I felt a searing hot spasms running through my body as I came again and again. I yelled and.