It’s me. And you’ve been very naughty.’ He flipped my small frame with one hand to face him, and in the soft street light, I knew it was Carson....I had known Carson for 5 years, from the time when he was my boyfriend’s roommate, my fiancé’s drinking buddy, and my husband’s co-worker. I knew he worked in this neighborhood, but had forgotten while I was speeding through those quiet, dark streets. Apart from being my husband’s best friend, Carson was also my confidante and drinking partner as well,. It was much harsher and blunter than Clinton’s normal antics. I wondered if it was Carville. James Carville and Dick Morris had always been his go-to guys for dirty tricks, with Carville being the hammer and Morris being the velvet glove. Morris was gone, though, brought down by a prostitution scandal during the last election. This felt more like James Carville playing hard and fast with the truth, and consequences be damned. I was pretty sure it wasn’t Cheney or Rove, though. They didn’t want. My only displeasure was found in the fact that Mr. Peters never threw meacross his desk gave me the fucking that my twitching asshole was beggingfor. Trust me, I repeatedly begged him to rape me, but he just smiled andsaid that it wasn't part of the agreement that he had with my new owners.Finally, 5:00 came and my work master zipped up his pants and said thathe was looking forward to the day that I would become his personalsecretary. And then he dragged me out into the lobby and made a big. So we had a plan when I got home I invited Mike and Karen in for a drink. Mike politely told me that one more drink and he would not be safe to drive either. I told him he could stay and I would drive him back to the bar Karen could take one of the cars here to pickup her car. I made offer of coffee again he declined saying work came early in the morning. I remember feeling extremely rejected as he would not take me up on either of my offers. The next day at work I talked with Karen in my.