All she could do, she thought, would be to find the real culprit and, since she was not so naive as to imagine that would get her job back, and get he... revenge on Rodwell for his treatment of her.The answer to the first question, she was certain, had something to do with another incident, one at the college library.Nothing had been made public about the actual circumstances of the museum robbery. The guard and poor Sharon had remembered almost nothing about what had happened, beyond their. "Louise nodded in my direction. "Before tonight, I've only had my husband."I was ready to nod my confirmation if he looked at me, but he grinned without looking in my direction. "Well, you've picked a winner," he said with an air of confidence. "I'll see if I can make it good for you. I have an ability to last, and I think you'll like that."Louise told me later that she had told him that for more than one reason:One. To build the suspense.Two. To let him know that her husband was watching her. It was going to be quite an afternoon.**Part of Anna-Brooks wondered how she got to this point. Roughly a month ago, she was just an ordinary young lady, the typical girl next door. She had a nice boyfriend, a decent job to tide her over until school restarted. It was all so, just so…set. And now? “look at yourself” she thought, “just look.” Anna-Brooks had kept her eyes closed, but now opened them. She was looking into a full length mirror, and she hardly recognized the reflection. Here. She looked at me and one lightening with thunderous noise did the rest. She flung herself back to me and this was a clear signal that she trusted me a lot and more. I wrapped my arms around her and my hands wandered over exposed skin around her waist between tops and shorts. She let out a sigh and encouraged I moved my hands up on her back under her tops.I sensed her hands moving under my t-shirt. I reached down and moving my hands over her waist moved further down on her ass. Her firm round.