Annapolis obviously has no sense of style. I should have known." I was told that last night by several young women and one odd man, a very rude fellow...that André called a pig-widgeon." Anne nodded, chewed, sipped and hurried into the front room in her slippers, her hair uncombed and tumbling about her shoulders and well down her back, a wild and unruly cascade in a multitude of dark reds and burnt golds, robe tightly belted, feeling as daring as she had the previous evening. Behind her, her. He omitted mention of how medicine interfered with God's other plan, death.I kept my dogma heresies to myself and used the confessional to manipulate him. My confessions, untruthful since the first soapy shower, let me confess lies. The sanctity of confession meant he was gullible to what I said. In the dark confessional booth, I kneeled before his little screen door and turned him, convinced him my fiancé was good.I concocted whoppers of hating school, jealousy of rich people, confessed. He could have any woman he desired. He was, admittedly, a powerful man. So why, suddenly, was he doubting his ability to maintain control of one diminutive redheaded slut? Why did he keep losing his shit when it came to her? And why the fuck was scent of her perfume still lingering in the air?Karena sat down on the rich brown leather couch, where they had sat together naked earlier, and looked at her boss. She knew that an important part of her job was to make sure that Chad was happy. When. 'I'm cold, too cold to sleep. Please can I sleep with you? You know, body warmth and all that?' 'Of course you can, Hol. Do you want anything to wear and do you mind me being naked?' Apparently that was a no and a no as she climbed straight in next to me. I said night and rolled over to face the window. I could feel my juices flowing down my thigh. This gorgeous girl was laid in bed next to me and I could feel her satin like skin on my ass cheeks. I could also feel an arm sliding round my waist.