Laura had attached herself to Roger most of the evening. He managed to assuage her disappointment. He enjoyed her beautiful face and her usually light...conversation and imagined holding her soft flesh and lean body, her legs wrapping around him with remarkable length and found her desirable as one evening's mate. Debra charmed him more in looks, conversation and sexual presence. When the women insisted he accompany them home, he looked forward to it.Debra's ancient Toyota, one reason she needed. My muscles felt fine. A little warm but that was to be expected after a hundred-fifty metres of butterfly. I knew I was overdosing on adrenalin.Who wouldn’t be high after posting a personal best to within a second of the Olympic record for the fifty freestyle? That performance in the final guaranteed me a slot on the national team. I was going to the Games! It took every single ounce of my self-control to pull it together for the butterfly final.I was the second slowest qualifier for the. The woman smirked at her, adjusted the robe a little, made sure to spend a little more time than necessary adjusting it around her chest, then went back to stand where she’d been.They did this every so often, watched Jacob do his work, to get glimpses into the true nature of the Circle of the Crone, and the Crone goddess herself, whatever the fuck that was. Occasionally, Jacob described various roles in the organization’s structure during these demonstrations. The Whore, the Hero, the Maiden,. Uncompromising, resolute, relentless in her representation of clients, no matter what her personal thoughts. That is not to say she did not have morals, did not sometimes question her taking on the criminals and anti-socials that her colleagues wouldn’t touch, but rather that her ambition was boundless… Something that was already earning her a reputation as an often-ruthless rising star at the offices of Smythe and Peterson.Bleeping split through the half-awake dreaming of the 29 year-old.