His right hand shot out and connected with her jaw. She let out a scream, and he grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him. You so much as let one...drop of blood get in this car, bitch, and you will regret it. Wh…What are you going to do to me? He laughed, and it was as if the temperature in the car dropped twenty degrees. She shivered at the depravity of the sound and stared at him, wide-eyed. Are you going to kill me? He grinned at her, and his eyes went dark. What do you think? She. This is where we come to my sitting in the Dew Drop Inn, trying to drown my sorrows. My wife is pissed at me, my kids I never see, and I'm working my ass off and I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm trying to do two jobs and I go to work at six in the morning, and by the time I finish up all the paperwork, it's nearly nine at night. I can't sleep for shit with all the worrying over the payroll, the purchasing and getting the buildings done right; my mind is mush.Then two months. It was almost as much of a turn one walking around because if “they” only new. I made it through the day without having any “accidents” no wet cloths. But I was really wet and very horny. Before I left work I decided to add something more to the new daring side that had seemed to come out and when I left I went out past the bathrooms. Now you have to realize it was really cold out so I had jackets to cover up with but I went in the bathroom and removed both my sweater. "Helen, I'd like to meet with you in my office. Alone."***Terrence was still shaking when he returned to his small, clutteredoffice in the bowels of the legal department. He had declined offers tomove into the larger offices of his departed colleagues, not wantingthe pressure that would come with them and knowing that such a movewould only have been temporary.It was all academic now, of course. He was toast. Charles Bigelow wasprobably reviewing his personnel file with Helen right now, scheming.