Sometimes I push people so far that they actually get angry with me, and I revel in that anger. There is something sadistic about me combined with an ...ndless empathy. I love to get high. I love to be scared. I love rain. You know that song; I’m only happy when it rains. I think sometimes I am happier in the rain than anywhere else.Anyways back to me staring at my computer screen in horror. Yep, I had been having a fling online for a few months. Around six damn months now. You see, it didn’t. “This is NOT the way to treat children, let alone adults. Now, some may argue that in the military, collective punishment is used for team building. But we are not the military. We are free citizens in a free society. We are innocent unless individually proven guilty. I defected from communist Czechoslovakia to escape the kind of foolishness being proposed here and I will be damned if I will tolerate it in my adopted country!“Rather than impose suffocating rules, we should be training these. “Yes?”“Why don’t you just work here?” she said softly.I don’t think she was buying the “I’ll be working” statement. She had a pretty good idea what I was going to do.“Work here?” I smiled.“Yes.” She was not smiling. I could tell that she was a little nervous; it must have taken a lot of courage for her to say it.“Are you sure?” I wanted to be sure myself, is she asking for what I thought she was asking for.“I am sure”, this time, she managed to break a faint smile.My heart was ready to jump out. I loved it but I felt bad as she wore a bra. I guess she must have had one inside. As expected she called me in and asked me to hook her blouse. While helping her out, I made sure that I felt her whole back. This continued for the next few days. I tried to catch a glimpse of her naked parts whenever possible. Most of the time, I could see her cleavage or her midriff, nothing more than that. One particular night, one phase of the apartment had a power cut. My room and the kitchen didn‟t have any.