”After putting a hand on the man’s back, Peter directed him off the stage and out the door along the same route that his boss had taken. Mr. Meyer... stumbled along unable to believe the rudeness demonstrated by an executive of this company. Although he had meet Peter previously, he couldn’t believe how cool under pressure the guy had been.“Well, Peter! You handled yourself like pro. I’m impressed.”“Thank you, Mr. Stapleton. I’m looking forward to becoming a director.”“You’re liable to make it,. "Alex was taken aback, what was Keith doing? Why was he trying to stop him? What the fuck was he doing?Seeing Alex not make a move, Keith continued, "It's not what you think Alex, they didn't go looking for Henry, Henry came looking for them, or should I say Frankie. Henry initiated it."Alex was floored! Henry went looking for Frankie?Seeing the look in Alex's face, Keith continued, "Yeah, it was Henry." And Keith looked over his shoulder and said, "And now it's over. Right, Frankie? It's over!. " she waited a moment then stepped back from the door" Ok" he sighed sliding into the dim four by four room forgetting how small they were, just a sink and a toilet, he didn't have time to waist though and quickly fished out his dick and let loose with a long hard stream and a sigh. The giggle reminded him he wasn't alone." Boy you did have to go" he nodded sparing a look and got a eyeful, a flat chest, pink nipples that were stiffened into small pebbles on her chest, a pair of low cut bikini. Is this my life? Is this really my fucking life? She felt insufficient. Why else would he want to fuck other women? She wasn’t enough. She’d spent so many years fighting the thought that it was almost a relief to let it through. I’m not enough. I’m not good enough. I’m not pretty enough or smart enough or interesting enough or hot enough. She pressed her lips together hard.If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend she was home in the cool safety of her tiny Camden bathroom with burnt out.