Rosanna supposed it was just one more area about which she was too embarrassed to inquire. In any event, she would go to this exhibit. She hopped on h...r bike and sped off. Matilda Harper sat on a folded plastic bag on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art watching the passing hordes. She had decided to take a well-needed break from her hectic day at the law office. Her position as an Executive Legal Secretary kept her on a tight-wire. The money and perks were excellent but the hours were. "Get under the bed." Eddie pointed underneath his bed. "There's plenty of space down there."There was indeed very much space between the bottom surface of Eddie's bed and the carpet, and this space was hidden by Eddie's large sleeping blankets. Eddie's blankets were so large that they spread all the way to the floor and covered the space under his bed in the same way curtains cover windows.Ten seconds after I had crawled under Eddie's bed, I could hear Mark loudly jump into the bedroom from the. ’ ‘Oh. You locked up the house here?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Lee, please! I will be faithful, I promise.’ ‘It’s not that, Jon. I need you to be you. I am not jealous, just not in my bed without me there!’ ‘I am sorry, I didn’t realize, I didn’t mean to embarra…’ ‘It doesn’t, I am not jealous. But think of it, suppose I were to screw Nathan or someone on your desk behind your back?’ Jon was quiet, my mind flashed to Nathan, the nice looking big African man who served as my driver and bodygaurd sometimes. I. All too soon, immediately, she needed *something* she didn’t know. Pressure, contact…anything to get rid of that needy ache. His knee worked its way between her thighs somehow, and she was horrified to find herself rubbing against it, trying to relieve that tension his kiss was building. A tingling spread through her, growing from her loins, scattering heat through her veins. She couldn’t stop herself. Now that she had a means to an end, there was nothing on this earth that could stop her from.