This time she thought she had heard her name—Mrs. Marshall. She walked toward the door, looking around to make sure no one noticed her. She poked he... head outside the doorway, into the alley, but didn’t see anything.“Oh, Mrs. Marshall!” A low, tortured groan coming from a concave in the back of the building about fifteen feet away, behind a large dumpster. She walked carefully toward it so her high heels wouldn’t click on the asphalt.“Oh yes, Mrs. Marshall!”She peered around the corner of the. ” She protested feebly.“I know you know I have fancied you since we met this morning. I know you feel the same way.”“You shouldn’t say that.” “Why not? It’s true, isn’t it?”“You know I can’t answer that.” The sensual tone in her voice almost invited him to keep pressuring her.“Why not?”“Because……”I could feel her look over at me. “You’re as turned on as I am, aren’t you?” He pressed.“Yes.” She whispered seductively.My cock was dripping and heart was pounding so much I was sure they could hear. " He leaned down, and Lauren looked up at his face. "Aren't you angry? Doesn't it make you angry?"His words were sympathetic, but it seemed for all the world like his face was full of accusation and condemnation. Lauren was prepared to obey whatever orders they gave her without resistance, but having this man reach into her and pull something from her heart was more than the shaky structure of her composure could support. Her face twisted and her head bowed as she wailed, a day's worth of. She had a little grin on her face, "I figured you'd like to be in a quiet spot, so you could talk." I knew I liked her for a reason.Beth walked back just as Miles Davis started blowing softly in the background—Beth's taste for the classics extended beyond her love of old movies, and I wasn't going to argue—my dad's a jazz fan and I'd been listening to it my whole life.As we tried to decompress after rehearsals we had our usual discussion over what kind of pizza to order."Sausage, pepperoni and.