"I know what you've been hiding in the closet. I saw it."Joshua quickly realized what she had been saying. He tried to fake a laugh, but failed. "I do...'t know what you mean by that." Don't lie to me. I know about the dildo. You bought it online, didn't you?"Joshua started to tremble. His own wife had discovered his nasty little secret. He didn't know what to say or do. He felt ashamed for his adulterated activity."Oh, Florence. I'm so sorry. I confess. The dildo is mine."Florence didn't flinch.. With a naughty smile, she asked me what type of photos do I keep.I was shocked and afraid and with a fumbling voice I said these girls are my friends. To which she replied ” why she is in so small dresses” and passed me the phone with a naughty wink. Noticing her behavior.I gathered confidence and said that she likes to wear small dresses and asks me to click her photos in private. I got shocked when she said that you didn’t have some more photos of her.Me: I have them but can’t show it to. But it was a chance to switch from commerical to military customers and I knew in the long run that was the right thing to do. It was so early in my tenure though and I was already worried about how long I could take it. Two years, I told myself. It has to be long enough to look like decent experience on the resume. Another thing I hadn’t realized while touring and interviewing was that the team was quite small. Eighty people in all and only about twenty in administration. So quickly I came to. Even then, it was through gritted teeth. “I just burned my hand, you ass hole. It hurts, and it’s already starting to blister.” There were two solid lines across the back of my hand, one almost directly on top of my wrist. Both had started to bubble up, turning a slight shade of yellow despite the red radiating around it. The pain continually brought a scream to the back of my throat, but I did all I could to hold that it. His lips slid into a condescending smile. “And what am I supposed.