I was panicking! I needed this job! "There must be something that I can do Miss. Cross? I'll work harder, please, please." I sounded so desperate,...I was desperate! "I don't know Karl. You say that you'll work harder, but you are already working 12 hour days and accomplishing what others do in 8!" "Maybe there is something else at the firm that I could do? There's got to be something!" "I'm sorry Karl, there's not" Crystal said with the same calmness and composure that she exercises in. Women wanted sex but being outwardly slutty meant being slut shamed by locals. The two men got up from the benches and headed down to Kash’s apartment while Leah stuck around. “Bunch a sleazebags,” said an older guy, looking back at Leah.“Oh yeah, no good yankees stirring the pot,” sad Leah.“Yeah, taking the lord’s name in vain, the hell they thinking!” said the older man, getting closer to Leah.“Yeah, delusional as hell, I am gonna go take a break, be right back,” said Leah, getting up as a. I adjusted the temperature, and stepped into the shower. The hot water sluiced over my body, and I ran my fingers through my hair. I took the snowy washcloth lathered it up and started to rub it all over my body. I was very aware of Frederick taking pictures of me on the other side of the glass. I felt incredible, naughty. I thought about the look on my husbands face when he got these pictures. Would he be angry? Shocked? Aroused? One way or another I was committed. I was beautiful, and my. " I typed back to him. There was a lull in the chat while I answered a diving related question somebody asked me. "What are you up to?" He asked. "Just had to help someone with something. You?" "I must admit I am a little hard." "Sorry?" I typed back. "For making me hard? Somehow I doubt that. Just got a little excited about a certain slut coming to visit me." "Guess you know me too well now. I wonder who the lucky girl is..." "Are you wet, thinking about me fucking you over my table?" I was.