Never a sadness that could not be solved with a hug and a good cry. Never a frustration that could not dissolve in the thralls of a great orgasm. And ...ow... dammit, Angique, what have you done to me? Where is my life?The footsteps must have been behind her for a while. Leather soles, male strides. She looked over her shoulder. The figure was a silhouette against the dark, but she recognized it. He was a guy from the club, a coloured guy. What was his name? Dick? Derek. Pretty well built, with a. I did notice that his orders were now more complete, and we were getting close to the forty-five percent gross profit margin. His attitude to me though was still antagonistic. Whenever he came into the office he would take every opportunity to make snide remarks. These usually inferred that my sexuality was doubtful. The urge for me to retaliate was powerful, but I resisted. The demon on one shoulder wanted to throw my burgeoning relationship with Eve in his face. The Angel on my other shoulder. There are a lot of maid who comes to terrace to dry cloths one in the afternoon I saw a maid who came to the terrace in the next building for drying cloths. She was around 24 of age and had very nice body structure which was like 34 30 34. The best part I liked about her was her ass. They had a transparent glass wall around the terrace which was unbreakable so people can see easily what’s happening on their terrace. What I noticed is she came there was hanging around some time and was leaning. Kellie recoiled at the sight of the sheathed needle. The nurse smiled down at her. ‘Don’t worry, sweetie, no one’s poking you again.’ She took up Kellie’s left hand and pointed out the built in port, a short section of Y on the IV. She made a show of cleaning the port with an alcohol swab, and then inserted the needle and depressed the plunger. The syringe was small diameter and contained only a small portion of clear liquid. Despite this, Kellie felt an immediate drowsiness. ‘Wow,’ she.