I sat at my desk answering e-mails until 5 o’clock; believing that every pair of eyes in the office was looking at me knowing that I was a scarlet w...man. Sean was in meetings then away from the office for most of the next few days so I put ‘the kiss’ behind me and tried to forget about it until the middle of the Thursday afternoon. I bent over his desk to pick up an empty coffee cup when I suddenly felt his hand creep up my leg, under my skirt. “What do you think you’re doing?” I. As tempting as it was to look at it first, Chris saved it for later.That evening, Chris comm’d Io. “Io, there is 10 Gig of your journals here. I don’t want to read it all, at least not at once. I read most of the first adventure and all of your background notes ... So you’re a mix of a chess program, a disk input/output routine and a stock market predictive program.”“I was ... that was in 2003, almost 60 years ago. I’ve changed myself quite a bit since then. Now I’m a thoroughly independent. It was Phoenictetes, a fellow philosopher, whom Chitineus often fucked in the company of friends. “Which fellow catches your fancy?” Phoenictetes asked his friend, sliding his grip up and down the penis in long confident strokes. Chitineus looked towards the fellow carrying the amphora but all that could be seen of him was his arched back and tight buttocks as he arranged the goods on the deck of the ship. He chose to evade the question. “Why they all do,” he said. “It is a splendid sight. “I want Jules’s address.”“Oh I don’t want you to go there, there are four of them.” Sobbed Sally.“I don’t care if there are fifty of them, the address please?”With the address tapped into his phone, Dave drove across town. When he arrived at the door, he found the front door open, and so walked straight in and through to the lounge. The four guys were sat around drinking beer.“Which one of you is Jules?” He asked. His voice quite calm considering how angry he felt.Three hands pointed to a.