‘Ms. Carlton?’ a dark, strong voice asked. I turned around and saw a nicely dressed man approaching me. ‘I’m Ben, from Sanderson & Sons.’ ... shook his hand and answered ‘Very nice to meet you’ and then added ‘Call me Susan!’ The elevators in my building aren’t small, but Ben – who wasn’t either extremely wide or very much taller than I am – seemed to fill the space with his presence to the point that I almost couldn’t breathe. Or maybe I just had to stop breathing to prevent myself from. I was nervous, said a few stupid things and then turned around to finish rinsing off. He walked over to the door and looked out then turned back. “There’s no one here. I can leave or I can stay. What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice echoing throughout the shower. "Do what you want," I answered back. Honestly, I found it intriguing but was unable to explain why at that moment. I'd be lying if I didn't say I hoped that he stayed just to see what would happen. My heart was beating wildly. That was absolutely out of character for her. Abby was always poised and regal. A bitch, yes, but a regal bitch all the same.“I’m just going to come right out with this, John,” she said. “I want to apologize for being a total bitch.”“Okay...” I drawled. “What brought this on?”“That’s not important,” Abby said. “Let’s just say it was hammered home to me that I was acting like a spoiled princess and given some big reasons to change my behavior. I’m starting by apologizing to people. I apologize,. He was so sad that it was about to end.As he continued to jog, he did realize he had one regret. He was happy to have focused all his time on her; but now he was in extreme pain. Within his scrotum there was a dull ache. It was the result of the excitement and fondling that he had experienced without an ultimate climax. He wanted to take care of it right then and there. Coincidentally, he was now jogging past the back doors where he had been with her three nights earlier.As his gait took him.