Is your body how you want people to think you got where you are, or your brains and hard work ethic? I work in an office with one other woman and some...imes 6 men, ranging in age from middle 30's to 70's. Do I think they look at me when my back is turned? Of course. But, never ever once have I ever had to say a thing, field a double entendre, or anything close to harassment to keep my professional dignity. When you are outside of your realm of close friends or Jeromy, that wall should be up that. I call it passion now, at the time I had no words for it. What happened between us the day before in my room was hot sex, an erotic, forbidden lust. This was something else. There was a heat in this ... a fire ... that threatened to burn me alive ... us alive ... if we didn’t do something about it.I’m not sure if she took me or I took her, but we rolled together on the bed, our arms and legs tangled around each other, two mouths looking for a way to become one; moaning and gasping each time. The play's public performances went smoothly, and were followed by the usual cast party. Of course, I went as Diane, my character, in full makeup and with my hair professionally coifed for the play. I totally loved my appearance and I would not have changed if they asked me. The girls buzzed around accepting me as if I was one of them, and I did feel like a real woman, thanks to Mrs. Pearson. I had even gotten dressed and had my makeup done in the girl's dressing room where I was accepted by. Despite my best efforts, I feel a little more of Brett's cum ooze down my thigh as I get onto the elevator. Ironically, I think about how misnamed the elevator is when you're going down on it. Then I think about going down on Carlo and I mentally kick myself. Why can't I get that smug bastard out of my head?I get back down just as Linda and Pete are walking out to the car, a trail of other well-wishers accompanying them and another group waiting at the car door. Candy is nowhere in sight. Brett.