"Go and help yourselves to a drink and I be with you again later when I met all my other guests."

Did I need a drink! I managed to get away...from Luke who I was still mad with and was soon surrounded by other work colleagues and unusually for me I was pouring alcohol down my neck. After six cocktails the room was starting to spin when Luke came over to me.

"Look Honey, I'm sorry about making you wear the dress but the evening is going really well and you do look a million bucks. Chris says. They are always here on Saturday. When they see the place is perfect to rent, they'll want to rent it right away to collect some extra money."She left, and within ten minutes, she had two people looking through the apartment with Sandy showing them the damage list from when she first moved in. She had fixed most of the damaged areas so the apartment complex didn't really have to do anything to rent the place.Sandy and the apartment people left and she returned, clutching her deposit check. She. She stood up, walking around the desk with a slight emphasis on her steps, and brushed a lock of hair aside. “I, Private Neumann, am not a ‘lass’. And nor do I plan on harming a man like you… so full of rage. So full of anger…” she bit her lip. “And I don’t want to see you go to be killed either.” she stood in front of him, one of her soft hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. She looked up at the private, then slightly pushed him aside. “Our meeting here is done”She rang a. I awoke to the sound of Jen stumbling home at 6 A.M. She had been at a guy’s apartment up town in a three way. I was jealous, but recanted my story and, to my surprise, Jen flipped out. “You met Lance Graham? No! You fucked Lance Graham! Lucky slut!” She exclaimed. “Who is he?” I questioned. “Carly, how have you not heard of Lance Graham?” She stared at me for a moment, realizing I had no answer to her question. “Supposedly there’s an underground community of individuals who are open sexually,.