It was a guy. I could tell from his body hair... which I could feel because he was naked! "What the fuc-" I tried to yell, but he was strong. He had p...shed me forward and using my arm twisted behind my back, he was able to pin down, with my face buried in the bed. I'm not a big guy, about 5'6" 140lbs. It happened so fast but before I knew it I was handcuffed behind my back and was struggling for air between the bed and the pillow he was stuffing over the back of my head. What the hell was going. Dr Syygo always seemed to be striking up a conversation with Rachel. His eyes would invariably drift down to her ample cleavage. He rarely failed to admire her as she walked away from him. He was not terribly overt, but I noticed; Rachel noticed; and I imagine his wife noticed. What has me thinking today are my memories about when Dr Syygo heard that I was getting a divorce; he seemed to be a little pleased about it. He never said anything outright. But his awkward smile and some subtle. Et Arnaud frissonnait ?l'id?e que d'une mani?re ou d'une autre, ces gens d?couvrent qui il?tait en r?alit?. Que penseraient-ils, s'ils savaient qu'il ?tait enfait un cadre sup?rieur? Ils le m?priseraient, c'est certain...Ceux qui profitaient bien de sa position sociale inf?rieure, c'?taientles hommes. Ils constituaient la majorit? des r?sidents. L'h?tel avaitax? sa publicit? pour attirer une client?le jeune et c?libataire. Quandils arrivaient devant son guichet pour r?server une chambre, ils. Good, he thought, there'll be no-one to see or hear... And then he wondered why he cared.I hadn't realised just how dark it was in the streets around here in the evenings, or how deserted. Not that I was worried; the area around the University was one of the safest parts of town -- aside from the occasional cheerleader gangrape by ESU football players, that is.And it wasn't far to my car in the garage.Wait.Someone was behind me.I reached in my bag and pulled out a mirror, pretended to check my.