This true incidence involves one of my designers. She is Divya (name changed), must be 5’5”, 22 years old, conservative, average looking, and hair...till waist, wheatish complexion, slender to the level u can see her finger bones just under the skin. I would define her an average girl with ya actually typical Indian protruding hips and stiff and erect medium breasts, which she always hides. Divya is in my organization since 3 years now and has become my right hand; she never ever looked at me. The kid had scars on his pretty face consistent with someone or maybe many someones kicking the shit out of him. Most likely some of those bad ass Legionares decided to give him an attitude adjustment and went too far. He wouldn't be the first.As long as he would fight, I didn't give a shit who he screwed. For me it was about keeping his eye on the prize and that was one thing Legionares were famous for doing. I know some men were uncomfortable working with gay men, but they would have to find. " "Em just tell me, how bad can it be?" I sighed. "It's about James." "What about him?" I asked. "Well I- I saw him with another girl... Making out and getting all touchy-feely. I have photos to prove the fucker cheated on you." "No- no I believe you," I muttered, my heart in my throat. I couldn't believe it, but Emma wouldn't lie to me, not about something like this. "I'm still sending them to you, so he knows that you know, and that he can't justify it," she said. "But what if I want him to. Clive took it and leant forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, Very nice. She didnt even blush as she said You arent so bad yourself. Now I should point out that coming from North London, I had a lot of very good West Indian friends growing up in the 70s, but Chrissie had grown up in a small, provincial Northern town and I know for a fact she had never met or spoken to a West Indian guy before, let alone a confident half-naked one from London. Clive asked if we had been before.