"I was." She laughed. "You might find me more amenable now." Wink. This was the girl who would get me all hot and bothered with her outfits, her danc...r's body and her runway model swagger and haughtiness and then when we were skin to skin and in my bed she would lock up and become a non-participant. It killed me that the object of my hot desire was a cold fish when the clothes finally came off. And that part had taken quite a long time too. Finally, when I was tasting victory, and her quim,. “Okay, now is not the time to panic,” he said out loud to himself. “Machines get toasted all the time,” he added, recalling several that had unexpectedly died during his time at the firm. The important thing was, his report was safe and sound on his personal flash drive.Slipping the small keychain drive from the usb port, he slid his chair over to the computer of the intern that shared his cubicle and powered it up. Thankfully, he didn’t need a password to boot up any of the computers, just to. That is rape, isn’t it?” Her mad eyes beseeched a confirmation. Expressionless eyes stared back at her and a deadpan voice replied “Yes that sounds like rape but tell me Psyche, if you shot him where is the body?” Sighing, Psyche walked back to the table and sat down on the chair like a weary old lady and whispered “He stared at me with such wounded eyes as if I had betrayed him. I saw the love and deep sorrow mingle in his china blue eyes and tears that shined like diamonds streamed down his. I was punishing them for being so sensitive and distracting me all day. When I reached the bed room I pulled my silk blouse over my head, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor...and made my way to the bathroom. I watched myself torment my breasts in the mirror above the sink. My breasts felt heavy and full. My nipples so sore. I pulled my skirt up with one hand and the other continued to tease and torment my nipple. I could feel the wetness on my bikini panties. I wanted my other hand on.