The memory of her dog’s death seemed to be wiped from her brain. I was putting her to bed and she was lying on her bed, ranting drunkenly. She’d ...rought the bottle of whiskey with her and put it on her bedside table. ‘Is it your birthday, Matt?’ she giggled. ‘No, Liv,’ I sighed. I’d seen her tipsy many times but never this bombed. ‘Is it my birthday?’ ‘No.’ I walked over and was tucking her into her bed when she suddenly sat up and grabbed my wrist, and her expression turned serious. ‘I’ll. But, even in the better light, holding it and moving it around, they couldn’t discern its purpose.But, she figured she knew somebody who would. She used her phone to take a picture of it on the ground and sent it to Sonja Colondaro for comment. It took nearly four hours for her to respond. She had forwarded the message to people inside the company, but in particular, to a man who specialized in leather horse equipment. He went so far as to forward it to a contact in Brazil who he knew was. Perfection.That little taste of heaven drew to a close and his lips pulled away from mine. He gave me a reassuring little smile and adjusted the conspicuous bulge beneath his robes, throwing me a provocative glance. A grin crept across my lips and I drank in the sight of him, barely able to contain my excitement.With sudden force he turned me around and bent me over the desktop. My burning cheek pressed against the cool polished wood as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and held my head down.. With a scheduled visit for what I felt could turn out to be a really nice time and to get to meet and greet with a couple people on my evening arrival would be somewhat exciting. I have always enjoyed hearing about peoples interests and fantasies a little peel of the onion into the minds of others my own voyeuristic pleasure of others thoughts. Well enough of my own rambling about how much fun I have had moderating this group, and getting to meet some of you and share our mutual interests. I.