"Fuck that wasn't bad," Knocker sniggered lifting Michele's chin.She stared back at him shamelessly, holding back tears of pain andhumiliation."How ma...y of you grommets have those fuckheads turned into Bettysanyway?" Knocker inquired.Michele knew where this was going."Here's the deal PO. You now know what's going on but if you report ityou will get into as much shit as we all will and probably more becauseyou're supposed to be in charge," Michele seethed.Knocker was about to explode but. Her eyes had never left us, her few questions had been unnervingly penetrating, and her straightforwardness had left us with nothing to question and little to fear. As I left the conference room with the two partners, I was surprised Ingrid did not follow me out but remained behind to talk to Moll.We had been soliciting the firm's accounting business and reached the point where all seemed ready to move forward. The partners had invited Ingrid and me to dinner with their wives that evening and I. ‘You gave me a copy of your schedule. So either you trust me and you stay, but then I expect you to obey and play along, or alternatively you could leave now.’ Leave? Laura was a bit startled by this suggestion. Why would he tell her to leave, she wanted to stay, she wanted to play. She craved a dominant, she craved her own submission. There was something in his voice that scared her though, a hunger or a greed. Or was it something within herself that terrified her, the way her body reacted. Shopping at lingerie stores, like Vics Secrets, where the staff are either single moms or milfs or young women, who can be there for personal enjoyment, and to meet women and men sometimes. I ask them for help for items for my girlfriends, and wife, or just say my girlfriends, and don't act like I'm boasting. I am serious, but also open. I look at her nametag, and connect by using her name, and if there's a connection I pursue it. Sometimes I meet a woman in food court or by chance and ask her.