‘We’re in my office.’ I simply stated. ‘It really happened, didn’t it?’ Tears ran from her eyes. ‘Ah, Holly, honey, don’t cry please....It does things to my insides when you do that.’ I gathered her up in my arms and held her close to my chest. ‘I can’t help it. She’s the closest thing I have to family and now I might never see her again,’ Holly cried even harder. ‘They’ll find out about us now,’ I smiled at her. ‘I suppose they will. Oh, God, Hawke. Promise me you’ll find her, please. I’ll. She lay getting her breath back trying desperately to think. Luckily, she had always enjoyed a little BDMS, nothing heavy but a tap or two of a flogger was not unknown, and a spanking had stimulated her more than once as well, she was not a virgin by any means. Bondage too held few fears, luckily, and as her job was not of national importance, only her elderly parents would be missing her and as she tended to have odd nights out without warning and as she did not now have a regular man …well…. . again... She hadn't really figured out, yet, what had gone wrong with their marriage. Stan was only thirty years old. He was strong... virile and potent. Sure! He worked hard at a responsible job as shop foreman But, lately, he had been full of excuses... Lois was pretty sure that there wasn't another woman although the idea had crossed her mind. God... it'd just kill me... if I ever found out that Stan was s-sleeping with another woman... making l-love to her... Then, she'd tried to look at. Jessica Anderson was a leading writer, researcher and archeologist on ancient Bronze Age civilizations, despite only being in her early thirties. Her work was cited worldwide, and her discoveries lined the halls of museums around the globe.This fame and skill had not come without cost though. Being a successful woman in academia required a degree of social sacrifice. Dr. Anderson had to develop boundaries between herself and her assistants and colleagues for fear of appearing to "sleep her way.