It's funny how some guys do that, subconsciously protect their balls when they feel threatened. I raised my eyebrows to him. "Pay me? Am I a whore, Mi...hael?" his face dropped as he realised the implications of his offer. "No, Jessica, I'm sorry! I meant nothing by it!" I stood up and walked behind his desk before sitting in his chair. Michael, still stammering his excuses as he stood by my now vacant chair, held a look of fear and excitement as I reclined and placed me feet on his desk. "Shut. Get drunk. Dance. Eat. Fuck. Sleep. Shit.* (she looks up) *I do quite a lot actually.* GAVIN: *Anything that doesnt involve having to talk to me.* RACHEL: *What do you want to talk about Gavin? Football? Cars? How often you fart in your sleep?* She laughs but there is bitterness in her voice. GAVIN (ignoring this): *Can I read it?* RACHEL: *Its not finished.* GAVIN (jokingly): *I want to see what youve been writing about me.* RACHEL does not answer so he gets up and teasingly attempts to snatch. ”General Simpson thought for a minute. “Fort McCoy, Wisconsin. It’s a good-sized base. We just did a renovation during the Second Gulf War, but they still have some of the old temp housing that is suitable and a bit isolated from the main base. You know the type, built for WWII and still not demolished. We may need to add some prefab stuff until your pods get there. I can contact General Lucas...”Offices of the Washington State Department of CorrectionsOlympiaWednesday MorningP-Day plus 4“This. To my surprise, Karl must have heard the tune. We waltzed naked around the room. I cuddled Karl and held him close. I lay down on Karl’s bed and he stood in front of me. That gave me the opportunity to study him as I had not done in a long time. That I did feel slightly guilty about: not noticing how my man had changed. I focused all my senses to mark this day in my mind. I was going to fuck my husband while a virtual stranger watched. Rex had picked up some rubbers, so if Karl wanted vaginal.