"Oh, for fuck's sake, he chooses his moments." Won't take long, I'll get you a drink in," and off I went.I went out of the door, past the workers wait...ng for the lift and into the photocopier room. I sat on top of it and waited. Soon Andrew burst through the door. His eyes lit up because there I was sitting spread-legged on top of the photocopier, my skirt up, and my very wet pussy on view.I leant back slightly. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck!" I urged.Andrew charged forward, dropping his trousers and. It was about then the adrenaline finally kicked in.“Okay, David,” I thought to myself. “This isn’t adding up. This thing has to be worth thousands of dollars. I either need to grab this fast or get the hell out of here.”I quickly decided to try at least to load it up. A small voice in my head kept telling me, “What if the story was somehow real?” I didn’t think I would ever forgive myself if I didn’t at least try. So I opened up the tailgate and grabbed a furniture dolly and a 6’ ramp I brought. " Oh," she said, pouting very prettily in the gloom. She untied her neck bow and peeled her night dress from her narrow shoulders. It slid to her elbows revealing a firm, upright pair of blue-veined white globes with high pink tips that looked away from each other. "My husband is far away, in the south seeking arms from the Spanish. He's been gone two whole months. Couldn't you try? I have done my best but I can't, well," she sniffed, "I can't satisfy myself. It's not the same." She had the odd. ‘You’re teasing me by being here,’ I muttered, ‘if you really cared about me, then you wouldn’t be here,’ he squeezed my shoulder tightly. ‘I want you to know that everything will be okay.’ ‘Everything- will- be- okay?’ I stabbed the words back at him as I turned to look at him once more, those dark, dark eyes that reached into my very being and turned my stomach like fairy floss on a god- damned stick, ‘everything as in what? My life? My body? What about my mind?’ I watched carefully as he.