The fact that Angela was a lawyer was not too often mentioned in most of her business relationships with other professional people. It was not that sh... was ashamed of her title because truly proud of her law degree and had it hanging on the wall behind her desk. Sometimes when she was being naughty with one of the other managing staff, she would assume her position and face the thing thinking about all the hard work and long hours she had spent earning her degree.It annoyed her no end that her. Babe, if/when we meet, there will be hours of kissing, playing, fondling, touching and squeezing. I can assure you of that. But I will also drive you so hard- after months of teasing photos I won’t be able to stop myself. Hello young lady. Such a beautiful, perky bottom. It should almost be illegal for it to be concealed by panties I would think. Something to think about before I go to sleep tonight! How have you been? What’s news? Scrumptious. Want to Skype? She paused on reading an older. “Call your father on my phone.”The conversation went as I expected; Sharon’s father was relieved that she was alive and even more worried when she told him the whole story. She even handed me the phone, and I told him we were lying low until we could get some help. I also explained that being arrested would probably get us killed before we could be bailed out of jail. We agreed that he would call us at noon tomorrow with a plan to rescue us. He ended the call by telling me to take care of his. His laugh was barely there.“How could I hate you? You’re – clean.”“I’m not. I’m a mess. Isn’t it weird that I called you?” I laughed a small insincere laugh. “Isn’t this whole thing inappropriate?”“Is it?” He didn’t sound like he particularly cared. He tilted his head just enough to look at me. “So why’d you call me, Taylor?”God, the way he said my name. From him it sounded special, loaded, like it was full of something he wanted. I met his gaze. The streetlight hue across his face was dappled.