He had been tearing her clothing from her body while she was unconscious, the pieces lay all around her, and she could smell strange things on her ski.... Was it urine? Had these monkey men urinated on her in her sleep? Behind her now, where she couldn’t see him, Black Hair was poking at her naked skin and giggling. He seemed to ask a question of Blonde Hair, and at a single nod he moved his hands forward over her body. She felt his rough gloves sliding around her ass cheeks. And she winced as he. Anyway, it got worse. She did sleep with him that night, because she really thought there was something developing there in terms of an honest romance. She’d been working for him for six months by then, and to “celebrate” successful jobs, he’d taken her out to dinner a bunch of times. And of course he’d treated those like dates, but had been the consummate gentleman and all that. He was a con man, after all, and he was trying to sell her on himself. And he did, and that’s why she slept with him. I just can’t picture her like that.”“Oh. I guess I don’t feel as awkward having asked her to come by for a visit then. Were you thinking of that Charles Bixby then?” Grandpa asked.“Why would you ask that?” I questioned him.“He called this morning. He was asking about you. But you were asleep and he didn’t want to wake you.” Grandpa informed me.“Charles called? And he wanted to talk to ME??? Oh my God, that’s awesome. I’ve never had anyone want to talk to me on the phone before.” I felt myself. . . Shit, I don’t know what I’ll do, but you won’t like it! Guaranteed! You son-of-a-bitch, that’s almost inhumane torture! That made me want you so bad that I felt like I was going to go insane!”. Sarah’s tone was somewhere between upset and downright angry. I wasn’t any too happy with this turn of events.“Sis, I’m sorry if it wasn’t good for you. All I wanted was to give you an intense but enjoyable loving experience. I’ll try to be a little more considerate, next time. That is, if there is a.