Sandra suspected that Rachel lived at home and was a devout churchgoer, but the her file said little beyond her name, address and work experience.Sand...a had not undergone any massive changes in her office demeanor. She may have been less ready t she still did it. She didn't seek out co-workers to torment but if the opportunity can her way she took it.From time to time Sandra would unlock the security drawer of her private file cabinet and take out a plain brown envelope. Inside were the photos. I had absentmindedly pulled my hair back over my right shoulder again so Brandon pulled it back like he had before. And suddenly, I could feel his breath on my neck. I didn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. And then, I felt his lips on my neck. A chill shot through my body. As he kissed his way down my neck, he pushed the straps of my tank top, and my bra, off of my right shoulder and kissed it. As he was kissing my collarbone and moving his hands up and down my arms, I began to feel a sudden longing. ”“What, Mister Thompson, is there left to say?”“Paul, I am sorry for what happened at the house.”“Mister Thompson, in that we are in agreement. I regret what happened in that place also. I regret bringing my beautiful, intelligent fiancé to that place. I will not make that mistake again.”He was standing about five feet away now. He said, “Could we speak somewhere in private?”“No.”“Must we hash this out in public?”“There is nothing to hash out in public or in private. Mister and Missus Thompson,. There were lots of other congratulatory noises too.Carol added a story, "One day after school, not long after Julia and Mark started going out, Mark was about to go to Julia's to make-out with her. He was REALLY eager to go, but I stopped him to ask about a little issue of mine. I got foolishly worked up about it and ended up crying. There really wasn't anything wrong; I just needed reassurance. Rather than getting impatient or angry at my silliness, Mark stayed with me for ages to cheer me up..