Sir Bartholomew considered possibilities.It was true that the partnership was losing direction. The head of chambers was an elderly duffer, who was st...ll immersed in the past. What the partnership needed was co-ordination. And who was better than a legal secretary? It was risky, not to say unheard of! He would have asked his legal team about it, except they were the senior partners at Smythe and McKendrick.He snorted; well it would certainly shake them up. He picked up a phone and contacted the. A few minutes later they were gathered around the bed looking down at her as they swigged on their beers. “May I?” Brad asked. Rod nodded knowing that he wanted to touch her. Brad moved closer and began to finger her. “There’s nothing like a freshly fucked cunt,” he commented. Rod already knew that, having fucked his ex-wife many times while he watched and waited until he finished before feasting on her. Brad climbed on the bed behind her and pressed his mouth against her, catching Rod’s cum. ”She heard the shower. She hoped Khozem would regain his senses and return to the university.“Can you hand me my clothes, please. Not that it matters.”Khozem’s hair was combed neatly. A red towel hung around his waist. Rashida fed him his soiled kurta.“We need to talk,” said Rashida.“About what?”“You’ve been here almost a week, lying around like a lump, not doing anything.”“Should I be doing something?”Khozem came out fully dressed.“First of all, call the university and tell them you’re safe.. And, in particular, how to find the job I was meant to have. I committed to the effort and I stuck to it, but I was also realistic with myself that I would be happy with a mediocre job if I could have a life I could be happy with.It meant a lot of work, much more than I believe it would be, but work that I maybe should have done a long time ago with a counselor or ther****t. The material that seemed to make the most sense to me, also meant the most effort. But, if I was going to make a dramatic.