So this is what happened on a wet Thursday 2 weeks ago when I went in for my weekly fix of my current fantasy lady. It was about 4.30 and the store wa... pretty empty – I took up my favourite position in psychology again and started my usual pretence of browsing the texts whilst my eyes wandered to her desk directly left of my observation post. She was there as usual working at her computer, looking gorgeous in a dark suit and white blouse, her legs crossed with a generous amount of her shapely. "Sit in my chair and watch this video." Robin plopped her cute ass on my swivel while I started the video. "I have to run to the store to pick something up, so just keep watching it," I said, while I threw on my jacket. "By the way, do you want anything?" No, I'm good. Thanks," she replied, and went back to watching the video. Before I left, I caught her eyes glancing at my diary. I walked out of the house and went to the local 7-11 to get a slurpee and bag of chips. I walked extra slowly on my. ’ Amy felt a sick, sinking sensation in her chest. ‘Wendy, I’m really sorry about…what I did to you.’ They drove several more blocks in silence. Wendy thought about her situation and about Amy for a few minutes, then spoke again. ‘You want to know why it’s different with Dr. Burnside. I don’t know why it’s different. It just is.’ With that they arrived at Suzanne’s publisher’s office. Her company was a medium-sized publishing house that specialized in artistic books. The firm had just recently. When Steph finally arrived she was in a foul mood. Phil had been on her case about going out. He wanted her to stay home and look after him. Steph had told him in no uncertain terms that she would do what was right for her, and he would just have to live with it. Her friends plied her with wine and the conversation got back to where it was the previous week. They all thought Steph should get a small tattoo in a place where Phil wouldn’t see it. She didn’t disagree so they gave her more drinks.