But I knew she already knew most of them.After I had given her the tour we went back to my desk."Well, I guess I should go and say hello to your boss ...s well." Helen said."Ok." I said.Helen walked over and knocked on his door.I could hear my boss James say come in.She went inside and closed the door.After ten minutes in there I started to wonder what was keeping her for so long.Then 5 minutes later she came out.I noticed that her hair was not the way it were when she went into James office.And. Fantasies are really strong when you’re a child, aren’t they.’ ‘Not only when you’re a child Mandy. I’ve had some pretty powerful fantasies about you.’ I admitted. ‘Me? Fantasies about me?’ Then, with a note of rising excitement in her voice, she added. ‘What sort of fantasies? When?’ ‘Oh, for instance, the first evening I saw you with Champ, before we’d even met. Watching you riding him, controlling him so skilfully, I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like if you were riding me,. ? I can tell you mean the word ?come? to be spelled ?cum.? Well, what can I say? Can I honestly deny it? The idea of men looking at my body and seeing a girl and cumming...it is a dream cum true. I wonder...will this picture-taking, picture-posting business get him caught? Oddly, I find myself hoping not. My own survival—you might even say my immortality—seems to depend on him getting away with murder. I'd have said ?my? murder, but it isn't just mine anymore. It's ours, and it's becoming. " He moved to kiss the accountant on both cheeks, smiling at Carlo as the Russian winced. Ivanov departed. Carlo Zitti joined his boss in a Henessey brandy as both men relaxed now. "There's a thing..." "What fucking THING?" snarled Stevie. "I'm going out on my boat this afternoon. What Fucking Thing?" "Cricket's outside," said Carlo. "So get a fucking exterminator. CRICKET WHO WHAT???!!!" "Cricket Vaughn, Charlie's wife..." "Who the fuck is Cricket? Who the fuck is Charlie Vaughn?" "He's.