You use your fingers to hold your labia open just a little and I push my tongue past your clitoris and into the wet folds of them – gently at first,...then with more urgency as you open up even more and your lips swell and fill my mouth….Then I move from there, as you sigh with pleasure and return your fingers to their rubbing, pushing your face into the pillow, and again run my tongue up from your clit to your anus and thence up the crack of your bottom to your waist and beyond up the middle of. And this Monday, in particular, was on top of the list of all the Mondays that I hate. If there is such a thing.That's because I was dreading to see Peter, the new guy at work. The same guy I had awesome sex with a couple of days back. Twas a steamy Saturday. And it felt really, really good. I would've considered it a perfect day if only we were a couple; if it weren't for the wedding ring on his finger. Earth to Jess. As I hurried off to work, my phone rang. It was my boss."Meet me downtown.. I started to cry as reality had set in. I had definitely crossed the line and not for the first time either. This was like jail. I undressed and threw my clothes out the door. I’d be damned if I’d fold them neatly and hand them to him. Then I lay on top of my bed and cried myself to sleep.When I woke up I had no idea what time it was because I didn’t even have a fucking clock. I turned on my light switch and found a note on my door that I hadn’t seen earlier. It read: If you need me just ring. " Are you sure you're telling me the truth?" You know me better than that!" Maybe the icon has a curse on it." Neither of us believe that Carl." Maybe this man Caldi has something to do with it." Maybe, but he is long dead Carl, and he's not here to tell us." Let's look at the facts Matthew. We know that Caldi made the chair and table as well as the icon, which tells us what?" That he is a skilled wood worker." The icon is like no other found at the site, which tells me that it is special. .