Run them down my sides and around my waist. Then back across the cheeks of my ass. I cup them. Rub the rain into my flesh. Then suddenly you are there... behind me. I hear you whisper, ‘What are you doing out here, little mouse?’ I think back to the first time you called me that and I smile. ‘I’m waiting for you’, I say. I lean back against you and feel the rain run between our bodies. Cool on our skin and we slip across each other with the wetness of it. You fill every dip, every crevice of my. "A raise?" I sputtered. I leaned back, away from her dangerously close feminine scent."Yes. What do you have to do to climb the corporate ladder of success? Rumors have it that you have to sleep with the boss." She smiled wickedly, obviously aware of my discomfort.Kara had joined the firm about six months ago and landed a position as one of the rows of secretaries that lined the front office. Although she did not work directly for me, I was, ultimately, her boss. I was never sure it had been a. I was glad they screwed up and showed me that part. I at least knew how to avoid doing something so disgusting. Silver followed me to the door. I would always open it and he would go bouncing in and run up stairs. I knew I could not let him in. I knew that if I did, I would be on the floor right at the door entryway with him fucking the shit out of me. I had a hard time keeping him outside.I could hear him whining and scratching the door as I walked up the stairs. I walked to the bedroom to see. The paper established tip lines to report corruption and inefficiencies. The circulation skyrocketed as the exposés became more detailed and sexually charged. Lindsay had been a liberal media darling, but he had little substance and wasn't much of a manager. The ordinary citizens reacted to the Lindsay related headlines and pressured Lindsay and the city council.The first featured story was a detailed account of the incident with Pris, although she wasn't named. Traffic court rarely saw high.