“Ariel, I want you to talk to our laundry staff and tell them your fantasy and what you and Hulda did.” That’s going to be embarrassing. I wonde... if this story will get easier to tell if I try enough times.“If no one else has anything?” He pauses. “Let’s get started. Aubrielle front and center!”Aubrielle stands in the center of the room. She’s trying to hide her nervousness, but I can tell it is hard for her. She’s breathing rapidly and holding her hands together.“Xavier, would you like to. There were probably close to thirty cars parked there. It was later in the day than when we first came here and it was Saturday. I assume that those were the reasons that there were so many men here today.This wasn't the sort of place that one normally takes a date or even a friend. People came to places like this alone. So there were likely to be about thirty men inside. Of those at least some would probably be gay, waiting around to give some horny married guy the blowjob he couldn't get from. Maine kuch der uski aankhon mein dekha phir ek kiss honthon par kar di.Wahan kuch log aa gaye to hum alag ho gaye. Phir hum ghar aa gaye. Maine usko message dala.Me – Sorry.She- Tumhe pata is sab se meri shaadishuda zindagi barbaad ho jayegi.Me – Janta hu. Lekin mein bhi nahi chahta ki tumhari zindagi barbaad ho.Phir message aana band ho gaya. Raat ko uska message aaya.She- SorryMe- Tum sorry kyun bol rahi ho?She- Main tum par chillai, magar mujhee bhi acha laga.Mera man khushi se phoola nahi. I stayed close to the back wall of the office, then used a broom to knock the cheap security camera off its mount. It was a Bluetooth camera that streamed its display out to the cloud somewhere. I stomped on it until I was confident it would stream no more, then I sat down at Marcel’s desk and inspected his computer. I was hoping that Slick was not very worried about physical security.I nudged the mouse, and the computer screen came to life showing a Windows desktop littered with folders. So.