..nice. I quickly dismissed the thought frommy head. I liked women. I liked women which is why I wanted to be likethem...right?My boss slowly let go o... me, and casually adjusted his tie as I stared upat him fearfully. "Shall we begin?" he gestured at the office building.I couldn't scrutinize his expression underneath the mask. I had no ideawhat he was playing at but what choice did I really have? Wordlessly, Ifollowed him as he made his way through the almost-empty building to ourcompany's. I promise." Steph squeezes my hand to emphasise her promise. "Because it's my game, I get to speak freely. Once you stop the game, we can't start it up again the same day. Sound fair?" I ... I guess that's fair. And all I have to do is say 'stop' and you'll stop?" Any word at all. Even if it's 'yes'." Steph pauses to let that sink in. "Be very careful, Jill. If I ask you questions, nod or shake your head for yes and no."She studies my face with her deadly kryptonite eyes. I nod. I'm. “I told you what I would do if I saw that shirt again.” Still with a hand over her mouth I rip her shit open; her braless boobs exposed. Eagerly I roughly maul one boob. My hand over her mouth feels vibrations from a deep moan. Taking a chance I release her mouth and as she nestles her head into my neck I’m able the maul both boobs; awesome! While teasing her nipples roughly, a deep moan escapes her mouth. I freeze. This is not my wife! Seeing me stop I hear, “That’s right Dave. It’s not me.”. My heart was beating, my head was swimming. I was in love. My phone rang, my heart froze, my stomach dropped, and I stopped mid step. I hoped against hope it was Pearl, calling to tell me she loved me, but deep down I knew it wouldn’t be her, she was working all day, in some fashion industry. I fumbled for the phone in my pocket and managed to answer it. ‘Hello.’ A large Texan voice boomed at me. ‘Charles Morgan.’ It wasn’t a question it was a statement. ‘Who is this?’ I asked. ‘Charles.