Confident that I could manage it, I took an arrow from the quiver and nocked it. Bringing the arrow up to sight, adjusting for the wind and distance, ... pulled the arrow back to firing position. The pressure was there, but it was not as bad as I had expected, and I felt pride begin to fill me. My pride was misplaced however, as just as I was about to release the arrow, my grip on it and the bow faltered. The arrow burst forth from the bow, but it missed the tree entirely and went deep into the. .." Barbara looked up at Chris. His face was frantic,chalk white and he was soaked. Soaked to the skin,wringing wet."DAMMIT, BARBIE, CALL GODDAMN 911!" Chris screamed at her."A fucking pipe just ruptured in the ceiling and we're losing all the newinventory, stacks, shipments, and all the reserve printing stock. Everyfucking thing is going!"Barbara - she really hated the way he called her Barbie, like some dumbbimbo - jumped up and ran to the printing floor. Sure enough, a thickjet of water. ”“Are you still mad at me?”“No. Are you?”“I didn't know I was supposed to be.” His fingers dipped lower, grazing the crotch of my underwear.I tugged his hips against mine. “Can we get out of here?”He removed his hand from my warm mound and walked me towards the back door of the bar. “I thought you'd never ask.”...“I can't believe I missed our first fight.” Jacob stepped inside my apartment and removed his boots. “Next time, send me an invite so I can add it to my schedule.”I locked the front. On a second table stood an ice bucket, a bottle of Prosecco, and some glasses. On the bed lay a black scarf. In the few minutes I had alone, I opened the bottle, downed a full glass of wine and tied the scarf tightly over my eyes. The wine was Dutch courage. I felt less certain why I wanted to be blindfolded, but somewhere in my head I thought, if I did not know who was fucking me, I would not be embarrassed after. I heard the door. I stood by the end of the bed and soon felt the presence of.