.. what?" The Heap." Oh that! Of course." Well, that means that I would be free to publish it myself, as an independent publisher, without violating t...e letter or spirit of my employment contract. Correct?" Publish it yourself? Well, there's nothing stopping you. As long as you give me an honest day's work, I don't much care whatever hair-brained schemes you're up to on your own time. So, yes. I'm fine with that."But good luck. You'll need that. And money. It costs money to publish a book.. Her thoughts came to rest on their telephone conversation of the previous evening. “Sam, you just don’t understand,” Rosanna said as she blew out an exasperated breath. “I understand perfectly, dear. You want to have your cake and—“ “Stop right there, Sam. Why do we have so many sayings about eating something? You look good enough to eat, you’re gonna eat those words, having your cake and eating it, too… We’re such an orally-fixated society.” Rosanna leapt up from her couch and began pacing her. ” She looked nervously to the door and then to the window. We were on thefirst floor, but the window looked out to the empty, unused utility area. Rain was pouring down outside. Mrs. Russo then stepped away from the desk and I leaned back in my chairagain. She smoothed her hands over her skirt on her wide hips a few times and kept giving me a funny look. Finally, she cleared her throat and spoke. “So,” she said nervously, still checking the door with her eyes. I looked up at her, totally. Tongue-fuck me a little?" He needed no second inviation and dropping to his knees willingly obliged, savouring her sweet vaginal fluid. "Now be a good boy and bend over the arm of the sofa for me will you? With your bum pointing up in the air. And hang onto something, 'cause it's gonna be quite painful to start with."Gingerly Desmond manoeuvred himself as instructed. "It is?"She was swishing the riding crop now. Her next words were laced with menace. "It is darling. But it's what comes after.