Steve had already gotten rid of the overbearing crap the old manager had and replaced it with less ostentatious, more open and friendly furniture. The...art on the wall was different, it was more modern, less clichéd. She wondered if the company paid for the makeover. There was also a computer terminal behind his desk, there was some sort of spread sheet on the screen. Steve’s predecessor couldn’t turn on a computer, much less use it. Her new boss guided her toward the long couch which faced the. Some women won't deign to fuck anyone who isn't also famous, others love having sex with strangers. Hopefully that improves the experience. I thought it would be a cool idea. It might take me a while to go back and add scores to all the old chapters, but I'll get to it eventually, and from now on, all the new chapters will have those stats.That is all. Please enjoy my story. Make sure to like and favourite if you enjoy it, because it makes me feel good. It's always nice for an author to know. “He was younger than me, and now he’s dead because I shot him.” Her voice quavered, and she held my arm to her belly.“I know, and I’m sorry that you had to do that.”Sharon rolled over to face me, placing her head against my chest. “Me, too. The worst part is that it’s not over.”“I know.” I held her close, and kissed the top of her head. She cried for a while, and then her breathing became deeper and more regular. After a while longer, she fell asleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her. "Well, ma chère. You know what they say, do you not? Once branded, twice shy..." No, Erik. That is most definitely not what they say. The saying is ... once burned, twice shy. And, mon amour, thou best not tempt me or thou shall knowest the pain of true love's burn."Her eye narrowed in mock haughtiness and she arched an eyebrow at him as she gazed at his reflection in the mirror."He seems so devilish, so cocky. Erik is normally so reserved, so proper. I wonder just what has gotten into him this.