During the night I tossed and turned, dreaming of the punishment I had seen that day, and the punishment that I would be going through tomorrow.“Kyl...e.” I blinked and opened my eyes to the sound of my Dad’s gruff voice, “Wake up, come into the living room.” I looked at him from my fluffy white full sized bed. “Now.” He ordered.I got up, my pink tank top clung to my body like saran wrap, and my white cotton panties were the only bottom wear I was clad with. Embarrassed, I quickly made my way to. ‘The storm woke me up, and I couldn’t fall back asleep without you,’ I told him as I walked up to him from behind and started to massage his shoulders. ‘How’s it going?’ I asked. I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. ‘It’s going pretty well. I woke up with a cool beat going through my head, and I wanted to record it before I forgot it. I even jotted down a few lines of lyrics,’ he proudly told me. Music was Sully’s whole life. He started playing the drums when he was just three years old.. "God knows what these women see in you - even Angie's decided thatdropping her knickers for you is more appealing than maintaining anykind of dignity or decency. But thankfully not all of us are so sex-starved that they can't see what you're doing as anything less thaninstitutional sexism. You appear to be operating some sort of sexual-harassment-for-points scheme, and that's not something I can see yoursuperiors or the authorities viewing very kindly."She took a deep breath, and there was a. On one of my routine days, I had to encounter a complaint where one of internal department has to intervene to solve the problem.I thank you readers for having read my dreadful past. Let me start the actual thing which most of you a expecting for.I had to travel to Delhi in order to meet the customer. I was supposed to be accompanied by a manager from supplier quality dept. But as my lady luck was on my side, she gave him typhoid and I had the heroine of my story accompanying me instead.People.