She was lying on the bed, her dark auburn hair splayed across a pillow, a white satin sheet covering her. I could see the outline of every curve of he... body as though the sheet clung to her skin. She beckoned to me with one hand and said softly, “Come to me.” I slowly undressed, leaving my clothes on a chair near the bed. I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to her. Leaning over, I kissed her softly. Her lipstick clung to my lips and my cock awakened. She threw the sheet aside with a. She redoubled her efforts to get her work done, rubbing her forehead as she tried to make sense of the schedules. She really was just now getting over her break-up with Dominic. Her mind was just clearing, the pain in her heart just easing. For the past little while she had been neglecting her work and had indeed probably been a bit bitchy around the rec centre. Now she could finally get some work done and move on with her life. Besides, Lynn had little interest in fantasizing about a jailbait. Using a quiet almost girlish voice, she asked, "Would you like to fuck me?"I almost hit the car in front of me, so distracted and surprised was I at the comment. I took several long breaths before responding, "Ma'am, we will be back home in a few moments. Then you can sleep off..." I was the chauffeur after all. The reason I had stopped talking was because I glanced into the mirror as I spoke. What I saw surprised me yet again.The angle of the large rear view mirror allowed me to see much of. The magnitude of this new truth hit her like a ton of bricks. “Gone,” she whispered to herself. “Excuse me?” Yulia huffed, her nostrils flaring angrily. “What do you mean ‘GONE’?” Still delirious from the events of the morning, sleep-deprived, and hungry, Alina snapped back, “Gone! No longer here! Not in this place! What other definition could ‘gone’ possibly have?” “Why, you ungrateful little bitch!” Yulia screeched. The guard actually flinched, turning his head so that his ear wasn’t slow.