She wanted me.She had told me so.It was how it was supposed to be.Meant to be.Just before I lost the ability to move, I lifted my hands up and unwrapp...d the rope from around my neck. I felt onto the ground, gasping for air. As my vision slowly returned, a plan began to form.Money can buy lots of things. Money can buy a whole lot more than you would think it would. My wealth and power was growing since my move with the board. I now had more voting shares than any one else, which meant that no. Maybe longer. Then he grabbed at his shirt and unsnapped the front, tearing off the Nomex underlayer and began undoing his duty belt. “Mads.”“Jeff.”“We’re... there are rules.”“I believe those rules went out the window sometime early this morning, Lieutenant Blakely...”Madeleine Johnson, queen of rules and planning, sighed and leaned her left shoulder into the door to the locker room.Then, just like that, her lips were suddenly being crushed, and her body, clad now only in navy lace top. "Hmm, I guess that wasn't so bad. Was it?" Susan asked. "Why don't you take my shirt off now?"Melissa stated to undo the bottons holding Susan's shirt closed one by one. Susan shrugged her shoulders when her shirt was fully open making it fall down her arms. Susan freed her hands from the shirt sleeves forcing herself not to try and cover up once she revealed to Melissa she was not wearing a bra herself.Melissa hesitantly returned her hands to fondling Susan and Susan did the same to Melissa.. Maybe Lynn would exaggerate the story a bit.She had on the same white blouse and red jacket and skirt combination that I had seen earlier that day. The red went well with her hair color, but I assumed she didn’t want fashion compliments right now.She sat down behind her desk and beckoned me over. I had just gotten my pants zipped and buckled, so I went over to wait for whatever fate she had for me. As I stood in front of her desk, an option went through my mind. Maybe she’d be merciful and ask.