Everyone will know ! I'll be a social outcast ! I'll lose my job ! As I thought a bit more about it, I realised a number of things – one, she hadn't...freaked out, two, she hadn't stopped me, and three, she hadn't freed me. I thought about her watching me struggle, bound, gagged, in rubber, and a familiar feeling of excitement started to rise. Maybe this wouldn't be the total disaster I'd first thought …Part 2 (added: 10/17/2010)The time until Monday morning seemed to drag by, with me in a. So everyone tried to stay in their respective positions. But as a manager, we were expected to be everywhere at once. One particular day we were very busy. Jen was working the register and I was filling her orders. I constantly had to move behind her to the window and back to the prep area. Several times we bumped butts. But one time I had to nudge her bottom out of the way. I gently put my open hands on the top of her shapely hips and she moved right out of the way giving me a smile. It. James told her goodnight then shut the light off in the other room. When he entered the bedroom, he paused to gaze at me. He stood there with the biggest grin on his face.“What?” I smiled.Standing staring at me, he replied, "I was hoping this would happen at some point, but I didn't think we'd be here this soon."I grinned, starting to exit the bed, "I can leave if you're uncomfortable."He panicked, “No! No! I was just...”I settled back, smiling, "Undress for me now. No dancing."He grinned, his. The Imam, assuming he had died that day, would have held his wild dreams to heart and would have never let go.There must be a place in the darkest fires of Hell where these dreamers stay. The flesh must singe, and the brain must boil. The darkness must be complete, and the depressions maddening. And within this dark place, the Imam must have heard the cries of millions, withstood the heat, or found another dream to follow. And because of his terrible location, he must have prayed until his mind.