... Well, of course, that is not the end of the story. I received written apologies from the prof and Jane.Jane went so far as to schedule an appointm...nt to meet me at the company headquarters. When she arrived, I showed her to our conference room. After she took a seat, I offered her coffee or tea.She declined. She started to talk. “I wanted to do more than a written apology. I wanted to tell you in person how wrong I was. The professor was trying to teach me some ethical mistakes and was. We end up back on the bed, only now I am flat on my face. He has let go of my penis and is still for a moment. I begin to hope that it is over. Then I feel his fist press against the back of my neck and hear his claws extend on either side. Since I am still alive, I know it can be only his outer claws that have skewered the sheets on each side of my throat. That leaves the middle one, which is pricking slightly into the back of my neck.“Do that again and you’re a dead man.” Very calmly. I want to know. I want to pretend I am whoever it is you want to fuck with this lovely hard cock of yours."Jim moaned and said, "Well, I'll tell you one and then you tell me."Kelly said, "No fair. I am sure I fantasize much more than you do. I mean ever since I was a little girl I have done things in my mind that I would never do in real life."Jim said, "Tell me. Tell me."Kelly said, "I fantasize that I am with a man that calls me dirty names."Jim interrupted and asked, "What kind of. "I'd better be getting on with me work," she said and hustled away.Richard went to his study intending to do some work on behalf of Tuesday's client but could not get over Sharon's behaviour. He had expected her to be down and probably grumpy and silent although, as he thought, silence was not one of her characteristics. Instead she had been chatty, informative and positive. She was being just what he had told her she was: a supportive and loving friend. He realised with a jolt that he.