It was still early about 8:30 but there hadn't been a single phone call. I was puzzled about that until it hit me. Nobody other than Marty, Karen and ...nd Kim know. Damn, I'm gonna have to make the calls."Mom, I have to make some calls. Kim's going to sit here with you. I'll be in my room, OK?"She just barely nodded.Kim made me a glass of soda to take with me.TreFual, was lounging on my desk having a smoke when I walked in. He looked at me and smiled."Good Morning!" Fuck you." Don't get pissy. "Sunday morning couldn't arrive soon enough for me. I had laid the trap carefully, and if my view of their relationship was correct, Larry was in trouble. Either Sarah would follow her personality pattern and avoid the confrontation, or she would confront him and he would berate her for asking. Either way, he would do nothing to assuage the seed of mistrust that I'd planted. I searched my mental recesses to remember the character from Shakespeare's "Othello" who had employed a similar strategy.. The counselors had been working there for years and had grown quite complacent in their jobs and their clients were used to making demands and getting whatever they wanted. Of the three thousand clients he had on his dockets, less than two hundred actually had any type of employment history at all. ‘I’m not going to play games, or pussyfoot around,’ Gary told him. ‘That’s disgraceful. That’s inexcusable. That’s pathetic.’ You’re not getting any argument from me, I agree with you. As my body begins to sweat, and my eyes become accustomed to the steam, I realize that I am alone. My fingers languidly drift down between my legs, and I begin to gently stroke myself with my finger, running up and down along my lips, then slipping to dip into the wetness that is quickly developing within me. My thoughts drift back to the beach, thinking of the beautiful people I was watching, walking around almost naked. The man with the beautiful chiseled abs; the teen with the long hair and.