“I need someone more powerful than me to overpower me and fuck me senseless.” She smiled at herself and added with a smile, “... even if I have ...o goad them into it and then let them do it.”She was almost there when the phone rang. A loud “Arrrggh!” filled the room. She wanted to ignore the incoming call, but her sales mind couldn’t ignore a ringing phone. Besides, the moment was already gone. “What!” she said as she lifted up the receiver.“Amanda?” a voice asked.“Yes,” she replied.“This is. ”“I figured you would.” Nick buttered a piece of toast. “Do you want to talk before or after today’s meeting?”“I called Clive’s wife last night.” Emily said.“Or now. Now is good.” Nick said, then frowned. “How did that go?”“I don’t entirely remember,” said Emily. “I don’t think it went terribly.”As Nick considered her words, Emily realized that the other conversations had stopped. Now everybody was listening to her conversation. She looked around and, while people looked embarrassed to be. They look at each other an laugh."Maybe when we are done with the bitch we can start on you, or maybe I just kill you now and get it over with." The one with the gun says."I doubt it." I sigh.The one with the gun approaches me, pointing the gun at my face."You got a pair on you man" He says aiming the gun at my forehead.Always some quixotic misadventure that always ends in the reminder of how unlike them I am, how alien I am to them, they are always so violent, always.The gun goes off aimed at. Come I make introductions and you can tell me your choice. They are married but are not dumb, any of them will partner you but the really clever ones will insist that their husband picks them up at the restaurant after the function ends.’ ‘No, I want you.’ ‘Are you mad?’ ‘If you want me to say yes then it appears so.’ ‘Oh all right. I must get back to my work.’ With a grin Jane called to the only bimbo in the word-processing pool, ‘Oh Rose, could you kindly escort Mr Rosso back to reception.’.