I knew you had to go, and I knew how torn you were — glad to finally be moving on, but wanting me to be there too.It was so hard to watch you walk a...ay. I wanted so much to call you back, to hold you close and make you stay. Or climb into your bag and hide away, to be with you.But we both know that I can't do that. I have to stay here, just as you had to leave.You are missed. The lunch chatter was much subdued today. Don't worry, it'll pick up again, you know that. But today we missed your face. I kiss her passionately and deeply, and my fingers join hers on her pussy. She's sopping wet and I easily slip one, then two fingers inside her. She opens her thighs and sighs heavily as I start to fuck her with my fingers and kiss her soft neck. I haven't completely lost myself to lust and say softly into her ear, "Maybe we should get out of here. I'd hate for my boss to walk in right now." She nips my earlobe with her teeth and whispers teasingly in my ear, "Oh, I don't know. I think it would. "Of course, it’s completely your choice. After I leave, you text me tonight if you want me back, otherwise you won’t see me again. Now what are the things you have to do starting next time?"Without her volition, she found herself answering. "No bra. Ponytail. Skirt, no panties. Scotch." Listen to that. I think we know your answer, don’t we? Don’t forget to keep the hair shaved. Also whenever I text that I’m coming over, leave the door unlocked and be laying on that table with your head hanging. ”“Whoa!” Angie gasped.“Steve has a very complicated life,” Anna said. “Don’t worry about it.”“What do you do, Angie?” I asked.“I’m a data entry operator for an insurance company.”“Husband? Kids?” I asked.Anna kicked me under the table, and I saw a tear in Angie’s eye which told me I’d asked the wrong question.“No,” Angie said, dejectedly.“Are you still in touch with Pete and Melanie?” Anna asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.“Yes, of course. Pete’s a US Marshal and Melanie is one of.