I like when you call me that." He gave me a little wink that for some reason made me feel safe—that with this man nothing was ever going to hurt me...."What's your name, Kid?" Cody, sir." My name's Max, but you just keep calling me sir, okay?" He had a certain firmness to his voice that let me know he was in control here, which was fine with me."Yes sir." That's a good boy, Cody. I think we're gonna get along just fine." We drove on with very little talk between us, the tires humming smoothly as. The food tasted good although it did pass through Sandra's mind that he could have doped the food in some way as a way of ending the situation either fatally or as a way of dumping her somewhere out of the way. She even began to suspect that the wine maybe drugged as he seemed eager for her to drink as much as possible, but he sensed this was going through her mind so he took the glass and took a sip himself, before handing back the glass. He reassured her that he had not tampered with either. When she stood up her waistline was thin and her hips swayed back she turned as if to give me a better look at her nice tight ass. We shook hands her palm was moist and she traced the inside of my hand with her finger and said "hi I'm Sabrina" the recruiting coordinator, we will be working together for the next few days while we get your orientented to your surroundings. With that she turned and walked about three feet behind her and slid open a door and pointed inside. "her's your office,. Grief is exhausting, and crying always made me tired as well as providing the mother of all headaches.I fell asleep at some point, sheer exhaustion overtaking me. My mind shut off, like a window blind being pulled down to block out the dark of the night. Self-preservation, I suppose.Anyway, I awoke to Jermaine’s knock on my door. ‘Are you ready for something to eat, Tabitha?’ he asked, tentatively opening the door. ‘I’ve made your favourite, Jamaican chicken with rice.’‘I’m not hungry,’ I.
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