It hadn't helped that thoughts of Mary-Jane and my not-so-ghostly sexual experiences kept creeping into my mind. I wondered what she looked like. I've...had always had a thing for blondes. Not even in a super dirty way, I had just always found girls with blonde hair to be incredibly cute. Especially when it fell around their face, kind of messy. Like she had just come back from running.The first girl I'd ever kissed was blonde, the kiss that barely counted. The only high school party I had ever. I watched intently as she slid her hands over her flat stomach, and curvy hips. My tongue darted out to lick my lips as she grabbed at her breast and slipped her other hand down to push a finger inside herself. My gorgeous best friend looked me in the eyes as she told me how she came time after time, fantasizing about me in that bra set from work. My own hand fluttered between my thighs, Chloe was turning me on, by turning herself on, and I wanted to cum with her. Gripping the edge of the tub. You see hunny I know about your cheating on me all the women the high class prostitutes, you promised me so much when we got married money nice car house but you spent it all on whores, well im not going to live on the street you shit you arsehole,a pain came over my face as she hit me with her fist,panic rose as I tried to tell her im sorry but we just got mumbles as the cock gag was so effective,shut the fuck up you sissy fag,what did she mean sissy fag im no sissy im a mans man I love. There was a world of difference between; "Thanks, Joe" and "Thank you".One hour after Henry had been ensconced with his private secretary, the intercom on Glen Anderson's desk buzzed.There were three things as a general rule that would make bureaucrats 'duck'. One, was a 'Steamroller' coming up the chain. Two, were lots of 'heads' rolling back down that same chain. And three, was a 'polite, personal, request' from Henry Donaldson.Glen Anderson felt his stomach hit the soles of his feet, but.