As he slowly took it off I gasped and took a step back, his back was covered in dark bruises and some deep cuts that seemed to be scars.“Why…why d...d he do this to you?” I asked as I gently pressed my fingertips over some of his injuries.“I refused to do as he pleased” he answered in a quiet, sad tone as he turned around and looked me in the eyes.He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around me as he buried his face into my chest.“Please, tell me we can leave, tell me we can leave it all. ’ ‘You have siblings?’ ‘Mhmm, I have an older brother and a little sister, but they both act like they’re still in preschool.’ I smiled and stood up, stretching my back before going to brush my teeth when I noticed Tom had lingered his gaze on me a little and I don’t know if my ego was high that moment, which I don’t really have one, but ya’know I could have sworn he was staring at my stomach since I had a short tank on. I rolled my eyes behind my eyelids, reminding myself that I am a stick,. " Sure," Eli replied, feeling a bit confused over why fetching the man adrink of water was slightly turning him on. Eli filled the glass in thekitchenette before he brought it into the conference room.Melina and the man thanked Eli before they ignored him and began todiscuss the reason for the man's visit. Eli left the room and headedback towards his desk.Eli settled back in at his desk and did his work. He ate lunch at hisdesk as the office largely operated as usual with just the locations. But, from experience, I’ve done it, in the lounge, a thousand times. A little tingling sensation, maybe aroused from something on late night television. A real give away to a fake, is usually the way the woman is dressed. Too tarty usually means stage managed. Stockings. Well, yes, I wear stockings all the time. But we women will always make sure the tops are well covered by the length of our skirt. And, the norm, for me, would be to slip them off when I get in from work, along with my.