Stepping into the room I jump as the door slams behind me, turning around I see Tim. He’s dressed in new jeans, no rips, and a dark grey Hollister t...shirt. How the hell does a guy like him afford Hollister? “Hello Bethany, long time no speaks,” he says with a smug grin, making me shudder inwardly, I don’t know what it is but he just comes across so creepy. Stepping back in fear my bad ankle gives way and I tumble backwards, crashing against the rose covered floor painfully, looking up I frown. I try toexplain that I?m in the middle of a meeting, and we part on what seem tobe friendly terms.As I rejoin my colleagues, I worry that my hesitations might have givenyou the impression that I?m taken aback by your admonitions about mywardrobe, and perhaps I have, because a message soon pings into myinbox: ?I mean it: wear them.? You have given me something else toturn over in my mind for the next few days.I wonder what Emma has made of this (presumably) half-heardconversation, and she . ’ Lana peered at Yolanda quizzically, not sure whether or not she was joking. ‘Cross my heart,’ said Yolanda. ‘They watched us come and everything. Actually, we’ve seen these two go at it before, though they were covered up at the time.’ This assertion seemed to be sufficient to divest Lana of any inhibitions she had, or was pretending to have. She stepped right up to the back of the bed, leaning over so she could peer at us even more closely. I was pretty sure I could feel her breath on the. She looked at me and seeing my fear she smiled again at me, andpatted my hair and pushing from my bottom made as if to help me up. I wasup on it looking around when she said ?Knelling'. So I knelt. I wassitting there, naked on this table, on all fours and this woman had noteven undressed herself. She moved around me, letting her hand trail on myskin her eyes drinking me, and I was there and so obviously excited thatI could not even think of getting of that table. Part 2A few weeks later I was.