I'd be careful, and I'd never leave the pot on when I went home. I'm very methodical."I knew my Dad's secretary brewed coffee in her office, and Edith...and Ellen always had a coffee pot going in the new phone room. I asked Miss Walters if I could borrow her phone to check for her. I had Myra transfer my call over to maintenance."Maintenance, John." John, this is Kenny. Is there any reason why Miss Walters can't brew her own coffee in her office?" Do you want her to be able to, or is she just. He was sitting at his computer, typing rather slowly. “Hi” I said, walking over to him, “Hi” he replied, looking away from the computer and staring at me. I didn’t know what to say next so I said nothing; I just stood there, looking at him. He looked back at me and waited for me to say something; I looked over to his window and kept looking at it, too nervous to look back at him. I saw him looking down my top and further down my legs as I stood there. My heart started racing and I looked. Bisexual women among the Elite could have both a man and a woman to use for their own pleasure. Although it was frowned upon, a man in a high ranking position of leadership could have a man too. But he needed a mistress to accompany him when needed. The State provided these benefits to those in high positions.Death sentences were carried out with little or no appeals. Jokes about the Elite were forbidden, any dissent was the same, robbery, mugging, rape and even murder the individual would be. She’s just thinking like a man. Now go to sleep, you toad, don’t bother me with any more fantasies.” Sarah was smiling to herself as she turned over, as few fantasies in her own head, but no thought to bring them out.It was a drizzly morning next day. Both families were congregated in the bigger tent, watching the sky lighten into the promise of a decent day again. Brad poked at Gord’s and Sarah’s air mattress. “I like it a bit firmer like this. It was really nice last night. How did you like.