His inclination was to comfort her. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. She fell into his embrace and began to cry freely. “It’s a...right, Aalina. It’s alright.” It was the first time he had said her name, and it felt awkward and foreign on his tongue. He reached up and rubbed her shoulders, and her body began to relax a little. They stood that way for a long while. Finally, her tears subsided. Then Grimbol kissed the nape of her neck gently. “Maybe I can help you feel better,”. Me: Then do it. Bring your fingers to yourself. Plunge them inside you. And pretend they’re mine.She: I continue to moan as you fill me. Eventually, you’re completely inside me. I’m savoring every inch.Me: With your knees on my shoulders, each thrust is hard and deep.She: I moan and rock my hips, letting you sink deeper into me.Me: We move together as if we’re connected.She: Every thrust has you pressing against where I want it most. I cry out at the hardest thrust yet.Me: Come for me.She: I. I won't do this. There is NO WAY I will submit my life to the microscope that being with the Vice President requires of me."While you were in with the President, I watched CNN and saw myself torn to shreds by complete strangers, who THINK they know what a loser I would be as your Press Secretary. Then that half-wit, Wolf Blitzer, started to dissect my life, as if where I went to elementary school, or what kind of job my father did, was any of his business."I didn't sign on for any of this, and. And I have a target. The boots cost £150. I must make that back. Before me the windswept car park. And the lorries. Instructions are relayed. I open the door.The cold hit hits me like a slap, awakening my senses. Slightly. I stagger for a moment. The heels, the high, combining to unsettle me and yet make me more certain. And I love how I feel right now. My legs tingle. My heart races. My breathing shallow, and fast. I feel like I can do anything, especially things I shouldn’t. I want to do this.