” He took my hand and looked at it, turning it over and studying it. “So flawless…” he murmured. Absentmindedly, his other hand reached up and...lightly fingered the scar on his own face. I don’t think he noticed what he was doing until he saw me watching, but when he did, he dropped his hand quickly and looked away, pain palpable in his eyes. “Hey,” I whispered. “Do you want to talk about it?” I had guessed a few things myself, just from watching him and thinking through the facts I knew about. Play that roleand you will blend right in."Bill followed Sally throughout the building nodding approvingly as hewent, she showed him where the girls went for their smoke breaks and theonly bathroom the lowly secretaries were allowed to use. The women theypassed eyed him up and down, whether it was with knowing looks,admiration or jealousy, he wasn't sure but it was certainly a look hewasn't used to.When they arrived at the end of the tour at HR, it seemed that Linda hadalready provided them. ” He pointed out. “It is small, fits in your purse, and vibrates enough to feel through dense fabric. It slips on your finger and makes very little noise.” I could see her face blush. This made the man chuckle a little harder. This was obviously something the guy was used to seeing often. Cherie then giggled a bit herself and replied, “I think we will look around a bit. It’s kind of embarrassing to talk about these things.” “No problem. Give me a shout if you want any advice.” He chuckled, and. However, you should know that this isn't going to be a one time thing. This is your future not a bad grade on a test. What I get has to be equal to what you get.'That dubious look on her face deepens. "How long?" Let's say ... until you graduate."Her eyes widen and disbelief is replaced with swift anger, something I've never seen on her before. It makes her even more gorgeous."Fuck you! We're only three months into the semester! That's a year and a half!"I shrug and toss the paper into her lap..