I was praying that he would strike me so I could mop up the floor with his ass.Instead, Special Agent Danvers led him out of the office."Guess he didn...t want to know, Mark," I said. "Too bad. I guess I can just mail them to his house."I got up to leave only to find Agent Danvers blocking the door."What in the hell were you hoping to prove?" she yelled.I shrugged."I just wanted him to know what it's like to have the shoe on the other foot," I said. "He had no problem with interfering in my. The two of us finally backed him down.The Prof jumped in, pouring oil on the water. He pointed out that both sides were right and wrong, not that I really agreed with him, but I understood why he would say that. Those assholes were wrong. He made several points about what we can know objectively about psychology and what we can only know subjectively, the current discussion being a case in point of subjective reality.The class was over then. As I left the class, I saw the girl standing outside.. I took you by the hand and lead you upstairs. I never let go of your hand as I pushed our bedroom door open and drew you over to the bed. We stood beside it, facing one another. Your skin was soft and sensual. When our lips met you moaned once more. Your tongue flitted over mine while I stroked your back.. I stepped back to once again admire you, still wondering why you were mine. ‘Lisa, you are so beautiful, baby ….’ Pulling you back to me again I held your left breast in my hand and bent. ." Sarah's grumbling was the only sound as she followed the trail of candles down several flights of stairs. "How big is this damn place anyways?" She rounded a corner and finally started to hear music. She smiled as she got closer, it was a nice rhythmic dance number. She started to get a spring in her step as turned another corner and the music got louder. A set of huge doors loomed at the end of the hall, and Sarah practically skipped to them.As she neared the doors, she grinned widely at.