"Don't worry, I'll talk to your boss, you'll be available.There was a knock on the door. Ms. Perkins indicated for the bartenderto answer it. It was ...he boss lady. "I'm sorry to bother you but itseems little Jackie here is about to cause a riot if he doesn't comeback out to the main room," she said looking much more humble that Ihave ever imagined I would see her."No problem. If I can 'borrow' him Saturday night you can have him backtonight," she said in a pleasant but businesslike voice."Oh. "What the hell did it mean?" Bob asked. "Where would she go?" He hadn't spoken since I'd begun and was intently listening to my story."When she got home that afternoon I asked her how her day had gone and she said it was fine but it was a shame to have to spend all day in the office when the weather was so nice. I have to tell you Bob, the bottom fell out of my guts when she said that. It was a lie. I had a hard time holding myself together for a while. I kept hoping and praying that there was. Then he looked at the other man and asked, ‘Can I get you a drink, sir?’ ‘Yeah… gin and tonic…thanks.’ ‘She’s a hot little thing, isn’t she?’ Charles said slyly to Warren/Clark, who had not yet taken his eyes off Diana. ‘She sure is. How well I remember her! I used to date her about eight years ago.’ And I shouldn’t have hurt her the way I did… I was such a stupid asshole then… You fucking son-of-a-bitch…you did more than just ‘date’ her… ‘No kiddin’? And you still remember her? You must’ve. At the time, she didn't even try to prevent any of this from happening. Either she couldn't or else she was hoping to experience the wonderful feelings once again - whichever it was she couldn't tell. One thing was sure, she was not afraid at all. Next, two hands began to pull down her panties. Still, she didn't try to stop this from happening. On the contrary, without actually being able to control herself she lifted her butt from the bed to assist whoever was doing this.She recalled that her.