He went into the bar and ordered a beer. In the 15 minutes it would take to drink this Dean and his mystery partner would be in the throes of passion....He would interrupt and join in on a steamy threesome. He began gulping at the cold brew to calm his nerves.Feeling the alcohol steel his nerves Jon walked to the lift and pressed the floor button. As he stepped out he could feel the butterflies in his stomach, and the stirring in his crotch. He arrived at the familiar door with the golden "325". " Ditto, love yahs. Take care.”She was about to log off, when she decided to write Douglas an email. Maybe, if she put her thoughts down in writing, he would think again, and not push her away. “My Blue-eyed devil, How can I tell you what is on my heart, without hurting and crying? A part of me wants to get to know you and fall deeper in love with the other side of you (the one I do not see in bed). I want to scream, “Why not? ” Then I rationalize things and tell myself, I understand. Until the. The women were all unfailingly polite and deferential. It was something he wished that the First Assistant Under Secretary for Trade had picked up.She appeared as Gerry took his tea and thanked Fanima. "Hey Gerry, how's it going?" Suzie Berkham almost bounced into the room, snatching a biscuit from Fanima's tray as she left. "Mmm, chocolate," she said. "I see there are benefits from moving up the ladder." Morning," said Gerry. Suzie was about twenty years his junior, not long out of university. I ain't exactly sure what that did to him, but he fell dead at my feet. That beer mug caught me a glancing blow on the left side of my face, and I bear the scar to this day.Shit! I did not know what to do! However, I did have the presence of mind to empty my stomach into the mop bucket, instead of on the floor. I had to sit down, and Mr. Jones used his bar wiping cloth to wipe my wound. That cloth was saturated with spilled drinks, so I guess that it held enough alcohol to wash out my wound.Mr..