I inched closer. He looked up, smiled, and continued discussing my paper. I leaned in, making sure there was full view of my cleavage, and pretended t... intently listen. He glanced up, gazed into my eyes.. then lowered his gaze to my cleavage line. He smirked.. it drove me nuts.. and went back to my paper. I couldn?t take it. I knew he wanted me. I knew it. I couldn't take.. it.. anymore.. so I snatched my paper from his hands, threw it over my shoulder, and pressed myself against him with a. . somehow, I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.For instance, if the tickets changed my life, then was I living the life that I was supposed to? I've heard of the term "karma" from the popularity of Eastern religions, which is supposed to be the sum of a person's actions in this life and previous lives, and decides one's fate in this and future lives. Could these tickets somehow be interrupting this natural order, and would this interruption affect the karma of other people? These. My inbox lit up. I opened it, SUCCESS, there was a time and meeting place later that evening. I finally get to suck a cock.Then it dawned on me, 'Shit, I've never sucked a cock' I got all showered and dressed and headed out hoping i wasn't about to walk into something horrible, I got to the appointed place and 'David' was waiting, He seemed nice. I nodded to follow him down behind the building. I followed, Heart Hammering in my chest, keeping myself fully aware of my Fight or Flight responses. Regardless,” Bridgewater said as he brought the binoculars back to his eyes, “it means we’ve got a new complication.”“I thought Utah was a known issue...”“True, but there’s something else.” Bridgewater turned and looked at Gene with a serious expression, “Utah’s been tracking Tamara too easily. Victor has been going at it with numbers, and he’s got enough agents on his side to have eyes and ears in a lot of places. Utah’s on his own, as far as we can tell. Him showing up here is not.