Her hands wander across the body of The Mystery Man, the body she’s secretly wanted for so long. Human beings want to be noticed by those they notic..., to be desired by those they desire. But never to they want it to not be mutual. Clara wanted him as much as he wanted her, and The Mystery Man had rehearsed only the scenario where he wanted her more. He was done for.Her hand rested on his crotch, my crotch. Clara #6 was not one for words, but words were all that were rehearsed for The Mystery. But no matter wt I cud not take out those images out of my head and it turned me more and more on. I had to do something to stop this but wat to do. Finally I thought that I had to see her with someone having fucked like a whore so statrted thinking of a plan and where to do this all. And will mona do it that will be impossible for her agree to it she will leave me forever and never come back. I started workin on it then I came to knew about a drug which was used as date drug after takin it no. However, it was a surprise that I was more than thankful for, especially since it was the last straw for Betsy.--- It was a week since I had been fired, then almost immediately promoted, and I was sitting in Betsy's... now my office, smiling to myself as I glanced over my new workload. There was a lot to do, but not nearly as much as I used to have with my previous managerial job. The one that Betsy had stolen from me. After glancing at the door to make sure that it was closed, I looked down at. My tattoo."She clutched the garment to her small, bra-less breasts and stood in the middle of my office looking straight at me, almost defiantly. I could see, what obviously the tail of the wyrm was, start at the hollow of her throat, before it passed around her neck and over her right shoulder. To see the rest, I had to get up and walk around her. It continued over her shoulder with the body of the thin dragon, going diagonally over her shoulder blade and on down her spine. Its back legs.