That I also made a large from-scratch brownie, and *forced* her, twisted her arm into licking the bowl clean, did nothing to revive her. Soon I was co...king for her every weekend, we were attending functions together with friends, spending quality time without them, and generally acting like a married couple. All but the sex. You see, I was determined to keep things as proper as I could. I knew the devastation of being dumped, and I knew she knew it too. One evening, post-dinner, we were. I told him I have a jealous boyfriend but he called my bluff. I was hoping you’d be that jealous boy friend for the night. I don’t want you to do anything to my boss but show him I wasn’t lying.”I smiled. “Oh yeah, any way I can help.”She smiled and sighed in relief. As we walked to the door I reached over and took her hand in mine. I leaned close and whispered, “If we are going as a couple we should act like one.” She smiled again and squeezed my hand.The party was an elegant affair. Fancy. I popped him right in the throat, it was a long punch, he never saw it. It pushed him back peddling into the room, I followed in with a quick look for more trouble, there was no one there. As he stop flailing, I kicked him square in the balls (steel toe boots) just as fucking hard as I could, it picked him up off the floor as he came down doubled over I caught him with an upper cut I’d brought up from the floor, landing right on his nose (the gloves and strapping tape came in handy). He landed. " I hurry to comply with his wishes, a bit clumsily, but knowing there is just a small window of time I put speed before grace. He takes my underwear and lifts them to his nose, inhaling deeply, groaning before putting them in his pocket. "A little souvenir," he says grinning and leaning to whisper in my ear. "You smell divine, Miss Steel. I bet you taste even better. But no time for that right now." His fingers are raising the hem of my skirt, tracing up the inside of my thighs coming closer.