“Uh. Right. Sorry.” She coughed. “Sorry. Just. Sorry.”Sebastian nodded, then turned to the airlock door. Bryce caught Tiff’s eye with his an... raised an eyebrow at her – questioning. She wondered if he was judging her. She felt like she was judging her. She made a mental note to find some time in the near future to apologize to Sebastian. Her Hunters instinct snarled at her to stake him and cut his head off with a silvered blade. Tiff closed her eyes and counted from her least favorite to most. She was in the first class section because her boss had upgraded her ticket at company expense to thank her for a year of profitable design strategies. This was her first vacation in almost five long years and she was looking forward to it with nostalgia. Of course, she knew she couldn’t go back again like some time traveler with options. In fact, she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to go back at all. After all, she had, not one, but two accomplished lovers and each one was adequately devoted. She bears her share of the blame, but it was the firm's process that lured her."I want to concentrate on the young women, because frankly, men are supposed to be such pigs that no one would be surprised that they'd fuck anyone decent-looking to get promoted." You'll need proof," Jeri said. "I know you're going to ask me to testify, and of course I will, but any one witness can be discredited. I've done it myself. Do you have anything other than my say-so?" Well," Early said, "There were other. I wondered if she knew how it hurts to be berated constantly by hearing yourself referred to as "my little man," or other such niceties."Does this hurt?" she asked, reaching around me and grabbing my dick."No," I said. "But I'm too tired to do anything about it." Ryan, it's been two weeks," she said angrily. "What did I do?" she asked. "I didn't fuck up your car. It wasn't me, Ryan." She walked out of the bathroom still dripping wet. I could hear her crying as I calmly dried myself off and went.