. Damien. I’m sorry that I dealt and put up with this crap for so long. Lewis, bullying the press doesn’t work like harassing and intimidating you... staff does. My apologies, Damien. I thought that perhaps he would try a more sensible approach. Clearly, he hasn’t caught on that the Fourth Estate can still hold their own and still have jobs to do, even in Trump’s America. I sometimes wonder how Lewis passed his bar exam or even graduated law school. Did you bully the administration into that?. That was it. It was silly. She enjoyed the humor of it, but more than that ... the fact that it was so out-of-character. Getting a tattoo at all made her feel free, like she was someone else - getting one of a pair of tits? That just proved that she wasn’t boxed into her life as a graphic designer at a failing company.She was more than that, she was free. It made her forget that she was swimming in debt ... it told her that she could do whatever she wanted.In fact, she might even get another.. And I got hornier by the minute. I listened to Matt breathe, felt the hairs on his chest and legs tickle my skin, and waited for the stiffness pressed up between the junction of my legs to subside. The anticipation was agonizing. Every place we touched felt electric, especially down there, where he was so close to where I wanted him to be. I felt drips of my own excitement run over my leg to dampen the bedsheet. I grew cross with the cock, annoyed that it expected satisfaction right now when. She went to the lounge to eat her own lunch, but really wished she could go somewhere and relieve the fire that was raging in her loins. This had gone too far, she tried to tell herself. She finished her lunch, having admonished herself not to do that again. The k**s were getting more and more wound up. She had to work hard to maintain control of the class, and it helped her get her mind off of Richie. She had covered the final subject for the day, and told the class to read quietly for a half.