.. but I didn’t hate it exactly either. Also...”There was a long pause. Emma had to prod him to continue. “Yeah?”“I’m sorry I said no when...you asked me out,” he said quietly.Emma turned to him.“Hey, you don’t need to apologize for that at all. I’m a big girl and can handle rejection. Well, I should be able to handle rejection. I, actually, handled it pretty badly. And I’m sorry for that. It wasn’t very adult of me. You’ve been nothing but nice, pleasant, and a friend to me and there was nothing. He looked at me and said you loved that didn’t you, you dirty slut.I said yes I did, I loved it, Daddies never done that to me, I loved the feel of your warm piss over my face and dribbling down my throat, I’d love you to do that to me again.He told me that he was hungry and wanted me to make him something to eat like a good housewife, he told me to get my sexy clothes back on again and he would meet me downstairs once he had finished in the shower.I went in the bedroom, dried my hair and put. ‘Oh, my,’ I managed weakly, taking two steps toward her. She looked to the floor, her timid side showing for the first time on this evening, until I took her chin in my hand and lifted it up, again kissing her. ‘You’re a vision, Julia. I can’t put you into words.’ ‘That’s quite a predicament for someone who writes for a living,’ she said lightly, breaking a tension we both felt. I had already shrugged out of my suit jacket and slipped out of my shoes and socks, and now we moved toward the bed. "He's coming. He thinks you are very German in your attitudes. He also loves Wagner." Out with it. There is another shoe coming. "You get to tell Gerald." Blast you Sean. Even Sheila laughed.Playing chicken with Sean is an old tradition. The practice has stood me well in academic politics. I have security on my phone as 511. Gerald is 666. I let Sheila see that as I made the call. He would not be in the office and I wanted him to get this unfiltered. "Gerald, look up a Lars Gunter, Siemens.