She could accomplish most of the things he had asked, but all of them? That was going to take a fair piece of work.She locked the front door after he ...eft. Where to start? She usually went back to sleep for a bit, but she'd better get her ass in gear (literally!) or he would have to think too hard to decide on eight different ways to torture her. She grinned. What if she lounged around and read a book? Nah. This sounded like too much fun. She didn't mind having a list of tasks to do. She loved. Fuck it. I yanked out the wrench and the pick and threw them back in my pocket. I picked up the damn register and raced as quietly as I could out the door. This thing is fucking heavy. I looked around the parking lot and a few cars passing by. There was no way for me to hide the fucking thing, so I sprinted back to the van, tossed the register in the back of the van and waited for Ellie to come back. I couldn’t get my heart rate to slow down and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my. As for galas, I was just at one, remember? I don’t care to go that often, between you and me. And we were just out last night, and even though you’d had a horrendous day I had a wonderful night. You were hilarious and sweet. You gave a big part of yourself to me and you don’t even realize.”I kissed her. How could I not when she said such sweet things?I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to give an even bigger part of myself to her, because she deserved to know. It didn’t matter to me if. I did not know how to do ‘it’. The moment Susan took off her jeans, I panicked. I told her that I was not prepared. Susan just smiled at me and she went to sleep. Things did not progress for the next one week, when we were in the hotel. During those seven days, we joined our respective offices (we did not work in the same organization anymore) and started searching for a house to move into. We finally found one near a slum. The place was not considered safe for ladies, but Susan was a bold.