They had fucked nonstop till the next morning.Now her own husband was treating her that way, and she felt the same heat between her legs that Bill gen...rated. They had gotten together a handful of times since, nooners at lunch or taking a few hours off early, and Bill’s orders were the same - get undressed and do what she was told.Wendy slipped out of the suit, hanging it up, and pulled a shorter skirt off a hanger. She pulled it on, then slipped into a pair of high-heeled pumps. They weren’t. His dark eyes werehard and glittering, but not with tears. His fathomless orbs sparkledwith rage, and if eyes were truly the mirror of the soul, then I waslooking into the very pits of hell.He adjusted the collar of his dark topcoat, and one side of his thinlips curled into a slight smile as he looked back at me. The smile didnot touch his eyes. I could not even be sure if truly broke theimpassive plain of his grim features."I did not mean to alarm you," he told me with a soft, strangelysensual. NetI run a little "zine" rag I want to interview you about your stories. Itwas those stories that lead me to you, your computer is pretty cuttingedge and you explained it so well. No one runs equipment like thatunless they're doing CG and not as a desktop. I met you at OSworld lastyear; I just put the pieces together. Are we talking?---From:[email protected] To:[email protected], we're talking. I call you soon.---From: [email protected] To:[email protected]. "What genre do you usually write in?" she inquired, obviously interested."Well, gee," I replied, "I guess you could say I like to write; or I should say, try to write in most of them." Does that include Erotica?" she asked, a faint little knowing smile playing on her beautiful face. I liked the way her beautiful thin lips seem to curl upward as she smiled."Yes!" I said, "Come on... how'd you know?" I laughed."I had a feeling... ," she said smiling up at me."I hadn't planned to admit to that," I.