The swish of my stocking encased thighs resounds in my ears as I make my way through the silent hallway past offices praying that one of them holds a ...resence. Just one person would stop me from doing this insane act. But, to my chagrin, there is no one. It's just me.....and you.I stop at my office long enough to throw my purse on my desk and glance at the clock. 5:45am. Who am I kidding? I knew what I was doing. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. My stomach grows queasy as I. Missy was a little uneasy when Jimmy mentioned the topic of confession but then thought, "This must be a part of God's plan. He wants me to tell him what I've done so that we can move on."In truth, this was partly right, he did want to hear her give her version of events that led up to he being fucked by that young farm boy but the word of God had nothing to do with his interest, he was more struggling with his own guilt of having seen it happen and then not having told her what he had. Sophie eyes closed. She tried to erase all those negative thoughts. Her father had taught her to hate the rich. Sophie’s father thought that fate was un kind. Everyone else enjoyed the good life except him. Sophie’s father felt left out. She knew one thing. It was great to be in Concertina’s circle. Sophie wanted to belong. She wanted to hob knob with the beautiful people. This was her chance. She shut the door softly and grabbed a drink from the waiter’s tray. Sophie scanned the crowd. She. She grabbed me and kissed me. I pushed her off me and said we couldn't do this. Julie got mad and slammed her door. I ran after her as she sped away. The next day I texted Julie to see if we were cool or not. She didn't respond until three days later. While I waited to hear back from her, I pondered about being with her. I thought of Julie when I was with my girlfriend and imagined fucking her. I wanted to be with her. So when Julie did text me back I called her. I told Julie how I felt about.