She is married. VERY married.She returned to her desk leaving me with a stack of invoices and reports to occupy the rest of my day. Friday! The weeken... had arrived.I was out of the gate and headed home. Punched the earpiece of my Bluetooth and said one word, "Kim"."Hey, baby!" was the bright answer. "You on your way home?" Yep." Did they talk about me after lunch?" Uh-huh ... The news is out." I recounted some of the conversation I'd had with Carole."You told me that married women would try to. Her lips were closed tightly and I had to pry them open with my tongue. She begrudgingly let me explore the inside of her lips. The pearl was not there and her teeth were clenched, preventing me from searching the inner cavity. I tried everything, traced her lips with my tongue, massaging them by moving my lips over hers and even by sucking her lower lip into my mouth. That worked. Her mouth opened and allowed my tongue to enter.I knew I wasting time; my search was futile; the pearl wasn't. “Is this country completely corrupt?”“It varies from tribe to tribe. On the whole, the chiefs are eager for anything that will improve living standards. When we make first contact, we always give gifts as a mark of respect, and inducements scale up from there. If we set up a school in a village, we have to persuade the chief to force his people to send their kids. It’s a cultural shift for families whose children are routinely sent out to work. The Mende tribes are very pro-education. Others. It was like he was a broken record. I screamed and tried to crawl from underneath him, but his hands grabbed onto my waist and his face hovered above mine. ‘You’re so going to pay for that.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ I laughed trying to pull myself from his grip. ‘I was lying. I didn’t fake an orgasm…last time we had sex.’ I added the last part under my breath. ‘You’re going to pay for that to.’ Kevin told me. I didn’t get a chance to take my words back. His lips quickly found mine and we started what would.