“Sherrie, if you’re not ready for this, it’s okay. We can go now, and I’ll treasure your kiss and the moments when I held you in my arms.” �...�Kiss me again. Then I’ll decide.” I pulled her close and kissed her again. Even though her tongue was still meek, I was thrilled with her kisses. Her kisses were sweet and exploratory. Kisses like I hadn’t experienced since my first girlfriend in junior high. She gently pushed me away. “Please, Brad, I need to get up.” My heart fell. I wanted this woman so. On Saturday, he had 63 women, and 11 men lined up outside, with resumes in their hands, some of whom were retired attorneys. He received his first real-world experience in telling people they were not being hired. It felt the same to him as if he was firing them. He did not like it at all, especially when it got down to the final cuts. He told the last six applicants to return Monday morning, when he would give them one final interview, and make his decision. When they returned, there were. I had reached the door to my room now, and after just a second of hesitation I opened it. She was sitting awkwardly on the bed and looked up, blinking her brown eyes at me. I met her gaze and the air shifted, something in the air crackled between us and I no longer felt nervous, just anticipation. Wendy rose smoothly and stood in front of me, then reached out and tugged at my shirt. 'Take it off', Stunned, I searched her eyes for any trace of humour, any chance she was joking. I found none.. Sweat rolled around the rims of her eyes. She hadn’t worked this hard in a session before. This wasn’t the Andre from the last six months. He was pushing her tonight. He was taking her to her limits.“Two more! Give me two more... I need you to give me two more right now!”Meisha fought through the pain, springing up almost as soon as her shoulders felt the mat again. She groaned louder on the way up, moving slower but fighting through it. She wanted to fulfill Andre’s commands.The room was hot..