The names have been changed. Please feel free to write a comment, and let me know if I should keep posting more. no! I cry out. ugg I just cant get it...right. I crumple the paper that was my failed attempt at my art project. sigh… I look at my phone, its so late and I have to work tomorrow. I roll my eyes as I internally scold myself for asking for an extra shift. I stand up and stretch my arms and tired legs. then I hear a light tap on my window. what the? I murmur as I look at my phone once. I wondered if the lunch date had been an attempt to see if any old flames might be rekindled."I will see what I can do," she replied. "I do have some connections in the other departments and I don't see why something couldn't be arranged. Let's have lunch again in a couple weeks to further our discussions."We exited the restaurant and I watched as she walked away. Once more I was amazed at the beauty of a woman. I wonder if they even have a clue as to what an effect they have on a man. The. What fucking fun I demanded. Where are my clothes? In the bedroom he said. How did my clothes get in there if I jumped you in here I demanded. Ok he said. I will tell you. You passed out cold and I undressed you and me, tossed out clothes in the bedroom and positioned you on my lap. I got a hard on and rolled you over and slid it in your mouth. It was just a joke. I don't see a damn thing funny I said and stood up to head for the bedroom. He followed me in and as I stepped into the room my head. "So now isn't it better to just be honest," Camille finished."Yes, I guess it is," the younger girl admitted."Now, there's one more thing that I should tell you," Camille said, "seeing that we're now being totally honest. If you were to put a label on me, and I should say that I hate labels but sometimes they save a lot of time, the category that I would fall into would be called dominant. Do you have any idea what that means?" I'm not sure." Well, among other things, it means that I like being.