I opened the door and as she entered, the wind drawing back down the street, rather than follow her in. She could only be in her twenties, but already...the tattoo on her arm had faded. Her black dufflebag thumped down on the worn carpet and she finished her cigarette, toeing it out on the carpet. 'You got the photos?'I nodded, 'The bitch is all alone up there on the Partner's Floor.'She grunted, pushing past me to the lifts, shouting back for me to bring her bag.Up on the Partner's floor, the. 'Jamie is absolutely devastated.What the fuck did you do?' I roll my eyes at the accusatory tone of themessage. It'd be VERY easy for me to drop both Jamie and Keith in it,like throwing a lit match into a box of fireworks and standing back towatch the resulting explosions...'You don't know the whole story,' I bluntly reply. 'Stop throwingaccusations around until you get your facts straight.' My message wasprobably a little TOO harsh- Krystie's always prided herself on herloyalty to her friends,. I wasn’t feeling all that sympathetic to him.“Let’s table that for the moment. We can figure a way to manage campaign contributions. Maybe we can funnel them directly to the RNC,” added McRiley. The RNC, the Republican National Committee, was always looking for money. They often provided extra funding above and beyond what an individual could raise on his own, and my understanding was that a candidate could divert contributions the other way as well. Some of the big-name politicians, the ones. "You are so sweet," she said.Am I? Ah, what do you say to that?Then words were taken from me as her hand moved and two long fingers buried themselves inside me. What left my lips next could be best described as a scream. Her fingers were working within me, a twisting motion that took my passion to levels I had not known simple fingers could do.Her tongue attacked my little bud and, with my hands full of my bed sheets, I begged her to stop but meant nothing of. And she knew that, or simply.