She also wanted to sink into his arms and have him hold her, protect her. She wanted to slap him for rejecting her earlier. She wanted him to kiss her... She wanted to push him away, run away, not wanting him to see her for who she was, what she was worthless, a bitch, and a slut. Suddenly the tears she couldn’t hold back any longer swelled and she began to sob miserably. Gene dropped the cloth and gathered her in his arms, effortlessly pulling Michele on his lap. He held her as she cried,. The other two chests were the same. Omark's accounting room, Danica thought.Danica carefully examined the room, but determined there was nothing else to find here. She returned to the door, noticing this side covered with runes as it was on the other.Danica studied the runes and found a group amongst them that allowed one on the inside of the room to see outside. Danica pressed her fingers against the runes, joining them and activating the magic.Danica could see the hallway outside; even the. K., then "the thing what people want to see" happens.(Meaning, I give pleasure to myself until I set my white lovecream free, covering the masterpiece of a photograph beneath me. ...that sounds A LOT like a sentence from an 80´s "romantic novel" doesn´t it? ...well, let´s rephrase this then... I jerk off and jizz on a pic. Better?)After that I most likely take a little break, clean myself up, re-hydrate, put some fresh clothes on and then go back to take some pictures of the "aftermath".Those I. So I answered.That's how it started. An innocent e-mail. That's all it took to end up... But I'm getting ahead of myself.Samantha was an interesting and exciting woman. We liked the same things; Kubrick was the greatest director, Walton the finest symphonist, Syrah the best wine. She and I seemed like the same person. She always seemed to know exactly what to say to make me feel better. Then she started to flirt, just a little. I assumed she was across the country. Hell, she could have been in.