"Uhh, hi...Amanda? It's me." His voice wavers, "I've been thinking, y'know, about you and me...and, well, we have to talk. We're...really different pe...ple and, uh...well, just give me a call when you get this. Bye."Oh no. He was not going to do this. He was NOT going to dump her. The little shit, she'll show him the way it's going to be. Not bothering to put the food away, she storms outside and, slamming the door to her truck, tears through the streets to his apartment.She has a key; he seems. She quickly sat up and spun herself around to face him. He was uncomfortably close to her, and staring directly into her eyes. "I wasn't sleeping," replied Siobhan. "Well that's what it looked like to me," said Daniel. Siobhan spun herself back around to face her computer screen. She couldn't stand the sight of him. "I'm assuming you have that article for me, Siobhan." "Err, well..." Siobhan whimpered. "You've got to be kidding me, the deadline for this was two weeks ago!" "I know, I know.". She needed to be punished; she needed to be disciplined. She was naughty girl; she had been bad. Sandra had needed a man to strip her of her panties and to humiliatingly and severely punish her. Malcolm had done just that. She felt satisfied now. As she lay there gently sobbing she felt his hand slide up her thighs. Still wearing her stockings, his fingers reached the area of soft white flesh above their lacy tops. She opened her thighs wider for him. His touch was gentle and soothing. It was. Sally squeezed in between James and Zoe on the couch, with Stacy also seated there making it a tight, but cozy, fit."I asked Sally, and she wanted you all here for this discussion." he started, then held up a sheaf of papers."James, your mother and I have been busy these last two weeks, and we wanted to share this with Sally. First, the police case was closed, they listed your mother's death as accidental." This news filled James with relief, though he hid it from everyone else."Next, we have.