I blushed again and reminded Al that his friends were just down stairs. Of course Al's response was "so what". I told Al it was out of the question be...ause the guys would know. Al agreed that they would be jealous. I sent him back down stairs and rejoined the card game in a few minutes. I'm not sure what Al told them, but they kept staring at me. Rock was grinning like a kid on his birthday and Al had a smirk on his face. The next few hands went bad for me. My concentration was off.About a hour. Or is he too oldfor you?" For fuck's sake Sandra, this isn't a game!" No, but it should be fun." She sighed. "We agreed being convincing iswhat will make the difference, okay? Then we can be together." Sandra, look I rea -" Jon stopped, his face flushing slightly.Sandra guessed. "The vibrator's kicked in? Great. Just stand here bythis rack of blouses, make like we're choosing one." Yeah," Jon managed weakly as Sandra picked out a cream and brownpatterned blouse and held it up against her. I towered over Vanessa in a rage and yanked the ring out of my pocket jamming it in her face. ‘This was supposed to be for you, you fucking whore!’ I bellowed as I tossed it in her champagne flute. I turned and walked away. The next day I went to work and packed up my shit. The rumors had been true after all, Vanessa was fucking her way to the top. The bitch caught me at the elevators. ‘Carson I’m so sorry! Please sugar, jus’ give me another chance!’ she said as she cried. I back-handed her. I paused again.This time I exclaimed, “You know, I really hate to do this to you right now, but thirteen is normally my lucky number. Tonight, it is yours too.”I fired up again and she started screaming at me, almost crying, “I hate you! I hate you so much! You fucking asshole!”She was no longer struggling. It seemed like she didn’t have to energy to. She was just twitching randomly.This would certainly not take very long anyway.Very quickly, she began to dig her fingernails in again. Other.