I thought i'd compile a few teasing stories to... ahem, wet the whistle. this one goes back to when i was working for teleperformance. most of you wil... know a place like it, one of the most boring call centers but easiest jobs to get. if you're a girl, you'll also know just how easy it is to wrap a guy around your finger if you're working there. it was halloween and i'd just had a huge argument with my boyfriend at the time over going out on halloween wearing a schoolgirl outfit. baring in mind. You check your watch again and it's 11:10 now, the remote has been in place for 10 minutes. You strike up a conversation with a passing walker, and wonder if it's him. Trying not to keep checking your watch, you continue your conversation.Suddenly - BAM! the vibrator starts buzzing and you grab the railing to keep your knees from giving out. Somehow, you manage to keep the conversation going without him noticing. You try and look around to see where he could be, but nothing stands out. You feel. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I get lost in the bliss of hearing his voice and every single time, without fail, he has me hanging on his every word. However, in his absence, I cannot cast the truths from my mind. They flood me with so many emotions and Hate seems to be the most prominent. I detest him for putting me in a position where I cannot tell him that I love him and for giving me no choice but to spend my days watching. “If it were true, it would, of course, be a Classified State Secret of San Finzione; however poorly kept. Something that, even if I were cleared to know, you would be unable to tell me over the telephone. I would need to follow your Contessa’s advice from the adverts and ‘come there’ to be told.”“Si. And Violeta says you and Sam still need to come for dinner. El Niños miss their godparents, too.”“Just so.” Luc took a long drag and finished his cigarette. “This, then, also explains why Whyte was.