I can give them to you but I’d like you to find a way to account for receiving them that doesn’t lead back to me in any way at all.”“I’d hav... to go through a lot of effort to do that. Do you think what you have is worth my time and trouble?” They stop for their soft drinks and bread rolls to be delivered, and for the waitress to leave them.David simply says, “You judge. Nick Marks and Bob Mitchell.”She looks up, her eyes wide, “You’ve got something on those two?”“I’ve got some records that. ..until "S" said, "taste your friends cum" implying he fucked her and had not cleaned himself afterwards, I stopped immediately and looked at him dead in they eye and asked him why did he treat me the way he did, that I had driven and walked to get to him and why did he call me if he was fucking K, he pushed my head down to his penis again, this time it was more violent, he then grabbed my head holding it firm with both hands and shoved himself deep into my mouth, then he told me something that. ”He nodded and we walked back to my desk. He picked up his jacket and case. “Why are you here so late, sir?”“Late flight. Thought I’d stop here on the way home. My wife is already asleep, I’m sure. I could download some thoughts while I was still cranked up from the day.” He turned with a nice smile. “Thank you, Abby. That brought back satisfying memories of working late to work out problems. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed that.”I watched his eyes travel over my messy desk. “You. ‘What? Little mousey Ronnie can’t stand up for herself once in a while without it shocking everyone to their cores? Well guess what? I gave up waiting on a knight in shining armour to stick up for me a long time ago, and I’m not about to just roll over and take everything that’s thrown at me!’ I rambled, getting to my feet, pushing past Aaron and heading straight for the gym doors. ‘Wait! Ronnie!’ Aaron called, running up behind me and grabbing my arm to turn me to face him. ‘I never said you.