She wore the white thong under her skirt, but over the garter belt holding her stockings. Dan had noticed as she dressed. Dan’s secretary interrupte... his random thoughts with coffee. He took a sip and then his mind went random again. Dan asked about her birthday. ‘Oh, not for a while, December 12, yours is next month, isn’t it?’ ‘Yes, mine is next month, May 29th,’ and then, ‘Thank you, that will be all.’ She knew and he hadn’t. As Dan sipped his coffee, his thoughts returned to Saturday. He. She felt like a school girl, anticipating her boyfriend to come running down the path. She had prepared as he told her he liked. Her blonde hair was down and curled, her lips painted the slightest shade of pink and her grey eyes had the faintest lines of make up. Her cheeks were rosy from the fire and her clothes were simple, knowing her words would be jewelry enough for this man. Suddenly, she heard a car door slam. Out from the whirling snow approached a figure. He had a coat clutched tight. . trying to not spend the four minutes allowing guilt, common sense or moral dignity to take control. I put my phone in my pocket, and walked into room 441. I closed the door and paused. Was I really doing this? "Hurry up, cocksucker," he demanded, as I heard shooting. As I walked to him, he didn't look at me at all as he focused on the game and spoke into his headset, "Yeah, a white boy just walked in, eager to suck my dick." I should have felt humiliated, but as I saw he was naked from the. .. just as she was doing with her emotions. She wanted to shrivel up and disappear right then and there.If only she hadn't caught Roy with that, that girl, then none of this would have happened. Perhaps she had responded too quickly by moving out on him and giving him no chance at explanation. It could be a stage he was going through, another 'bender' as he called it. Individuals were allowed that freedom, weren't they? Was it her place to cast judgment on him and leave? Oh, there were too many.