I looked at it, than at her for a moment, then at the card again before laying it on her desk. “This looks an awful lot like Charlie’s writing.”...She’d simply nodded, and I put my hands in my pockets and stood there for a long moment, weighing the options. “Marci, I’m almost afraid to ask, but what is he apologizing for?” “We’ve resolved it already, you don’t need to worry.” “Then why do I feel so much like I should?” I waited, but she remained mute. “Marci, you work for me, and Charlie is a. He turns his back to me unzipping his pants fly. ‘Just let me do my business, and then we can go.’ He has been violent with women before, but never this far. I hold my breath with my gun still placed firmly in my hands. I just can’t kill my partner. I tremble, sweat falls across the trigger, but I can’t convince myself to do anything. ‘Don’t do this,’ I plead but I can see from the thrusting I’m a little late. Her eyes flutter behind their lids as he moves his bulky body in and out. My gut is. She glanced at her senior soldier and grinned. "You are tiring Tomas." She taunted him. "You surprise me." You are fighting hard Princess." Tomas replied arrogantly. "Much harder than you usually do, almost as if you do not wish my company this night."Isabella looked at him and forced the smile to hide the exact same thought. She also noticed Tomas seemed different somehow, more on edge and angry. "Perhaps you have just grown weak." She spoke softly. "You know I despise weakness, and that is. There was something that Jane had said, something that stayed with me, making me feel curiously good and apprehensive at the same time.“So, our Claire’s a milf. Who knew?” she said, making me feel like I’d joined her gang. A small but infamous group of women that I’d strangely always looked up to, like the older girls at school, whose tales of ‘losing it’ I’d eagerly listened in on.These women were well known for their extramarital activities. It was the open way they talked about sex at the.