After scheduling an interview by email, he slumped over his keyboard, exhausted and relieved. He had a car, he had a job interview, now he just needed...to nail the face-to-face and he might actually be able to climb out of this hole.He checked the clock on his taskbar, seeing that it was two in the morning. Time to get some sleep. He rubbed his itchy eyes and yawned widely, rising from his chair to stretch, the glow from his monitor bathing the room in its pale light. There was a growl from his. She had to think of ways to be creative, new locations new challenges. As she thought more she dwelt on her hubby, should she tell him, involve him?A new plan formed, she would try to excite some life back into him so a trip to the shops was called for. She found herself buying far more than she intended, bikinis, revealing dresses, some classy but sexy lingerie and a pair of high heels. Nothing as brave and bold as she saw on her neighbours washing line but a start. Maybe she should just ask. .. a rather rough period in my life." I'm very sorry. It ... it must have hurt you." That's what I wanted at the time," she replied sadly. "To see blood. To feel pain." She paused dejectedly. "I ... I was really fucked up, sir."It's the first time I'd ever heard her use harsh language. I reached out and took her hand in mine, and she looked down and studied them ... our two hands ... seemingly mesmerized by the sight. "How fucked up were you, Dawn?"She shrugged. I got the weird impression she. “Jason, I have to hire security and grounds keeper, do you want the job?”. No more serious looks as she smiled at me. I of course grinned and reached for her. “Now Jason, I’ll be your boss and you’ll have to do as I say. We’ll have to keep working on your problem.” She was smiling and began to unbuttoning my shirt. “We can’t fool around, we’ll have to try real hard to control ourselves.” I started undressing her. I reached up and took the big clip holding her hair. I watched it fall down into.