The personnel guy sent me to talk about a job here," I said. She only nodded and held out her hand for the file and my application."Very well. Come wi...h me," she said as she turned into a hallway at the back of the store. I saw two partially mirrored dressing rooms to the right of the door into the back before pushing the drape aside to follow her. Behind the curtain was a room filled to the top with brown wrappered packages on shelves. To one side was a desk covered with papers. I recognized. Her lungs. What was happening? “Demon Ramie, by the power of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I command you out of this sacred temple of the divine and consign you eternally to the flames of hell from whence you came,” she screeched at me. The words screamed in my head. To my ears she barely whispered—could hardly speak.I don’t actually think it works that way. Stony silence. I want to go home. I don’t believe any of this. Maybe she couldn’t hear me anymore. But I could feel tears still. She'd given me no other information, but her lack of concern reassured me, and I forgot about it.We fell back into our Friday night date routine throughout March. Each date ended with an intense but short groping session. My hands and lips were intimately familiar with every inch of her boobs. There were a few short forays below the waist but they were fended off swiftly. I was encouraged when Missy began to explore a little, too, moving from rubbing my erection through my jeans to sliding her. ”One of the girls sitting nearby, a chubby little blonde, well not a real blonde, but ... leaned closer to the guy she was with and on hearing Rana’s “Did someone teach you?” squeezed her date’s thigh hard enough to send him a message he couldn’t misunderstand.Rana continued her quasi-cross-examination with: “What’s it like for you, what’s going through your mind when you have your tongue buried in my cunt?”The blonde dropped any pretense and found her date’s penis and began scratching it,.