All you are left with is your shirt and boxers. You feel me cut through the waist band of your pants and then those to are gone. You feel naked and un...ure of what do to. Then I do the same to your shirt. Cutting both that and your undershirt you always wear. From somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that you will have to walk out of your office naked to get home but right now you don’t care. All you care about is pleasing me and making me happy. You feel my breath on your neck as I. “I didn’t build them,” she said. “I just ... tidied them.”“Tidied, yeah!” GF said, shaking his head. Then he paused. “Wait, shit, don’t give them a damn thing.”“What?” Amy and Beatrice asked at the same time. Lou felt a momentary flare of happiness – someone agreed with his instinctive sense of raw aggrieved injury. Then he blinked and added his own ‘what?’ to the chorus, since ... well ... Godfucker. That was it, why would Godfucker take the hardline.GF leaned back in his seat, tapping his. It rested there many times this past week. This time was different. Susan was different, as was I. The opening beckon me to enter. No, not at this time. I journeyed up the Grandest of Canyons, looking for the Guardian.I found Her, proud, erect, waiting to challenge any intruder, to warn Susan of siege. I watched Susan’s face as I challenged the Guardian. First Contact made Susan inhale. Her lips separated. She moved. I lifted my head from her lap. I wanted her to have freedom of movement.. " George watched the man warily, burning with curiosity at who this stranger was, not to mention anger at his breaking in. Taking a deep breath, George forced himself to remain calm, or at least look like it. However, he couldn't resist glancing towards the corner where his baseball bat rested. He was sure that he could get to it before the stranger came at him. If the guy didn't have a gun hidden on him that was. "Who are you?" George demanded nervously, "What do you want?" Then feeling.