This kiss feels like sex itself.When we finally come up for air, we don’t lose a second. We tear at each other’s clothes; he loses a button and I ...ear the seams of my t-shirt ripping.“What about you, huh? He murmurs, “You scared of what I’m going to do to you now?”I can’t speak, I don’t trust my voice, fear twists my insides and after a beat, I look down and give a quick little nod.“Hmm,” he says, somewhere between a laugh and a word, “You should be, Irish.”We don’t make it to the bedroom.. That is great news. Have Jessica split them up for breakfast and I'll talk to him then," I said.Kristy smiled as she hugged me, then disappeared."Happy now?" Jenny asked."Yes, much better," I said. "Well, I'm going to get some sleep; I will see you tomorrow," I said as I got up and walked off to find Patricia after telling her the good news, I dragged her off to bed.The next morning I grabbed a quick shower and headed for the cafeteria, meeting Kristy on the way. "Your brother is eating in a. It's only a silly piece of string. We're here to run Worthington's worthless ass all the way to jail, and don't you forget it!Put that way I didn't feel quite so alone. I visualized him doing a perp walk, trying to hide his face, maybe a tacky jacket draped over his head, his hands shackled behind his back, and felt a surge of anticipation. Even better, I visualized him in a bright orange prison jump suit, with a few leering, unshaven, heavily tattooed inmates eyeing him. I drew my shoulders. Reed’s desk. The idea of being fucked in his office turns me on. It has since the day he interviewed me for the job. Mystery man: I can help you with that, you know? I’d gladly assist you in every need. Let me bring your fantasy to life. Me: No way! I don’t even know who this is. You can go to hell. Mystery man: That’s fine. I’ll just share the photos and videos with Mr. Reeds and the others by tomorrow. Me: No, no, no! Please don’t, you can’t. I’ll lose my job. Please I’ll do anything! .