She started to put feelers out, looking for a new job, but jobs for novice writers were in short supply, and she had worked hard to achieve what she h...d so far. Still, she was beginning to think working anywhere was better than facing another of Frank Harding’s repulsive glances or remarks. She wished she hadn’t left the newspaper on her desk, folded open to the article about the BDSM lifestyle. The article was interesting. Sure, she read FIFTY SHADES OF GREY, and so had millions of other. ’ ‘Do you work for Jim Castle?’ ‘No, I work for ‘The Beacon’. ‘No you don’t, Are you some sort of trickster?’ ‘Mrs West hired me fifteen minutes ago to sell advertising on contract.’ ‘But we don’t employ contract ad reps.’ ‘How would you know?’ ‘Because I am general manager of ‘The Beacon’. ‘Well, fancy that – here is the letter of authority Mrs West scrawled out for me until my business cards are printed. Does that satisfy you?’ ‘I’m sorry, Freddie,’ she said sweetly, flushing slightly. ‘You. "Oh fuck Annie" she said hoarsely, "That's got to be the horniest thing I've ever seen in my life"I pulled away from mum and stood up as Dolly continued to flick her thumb over her clit ring,"Come on, I want a drink, we'll have some fun when we get back" I said as mum adjusted the tiny knickers and Dolly groaned in frustration,"God, I'm as horny as a cart load of monkeys now" she giggled, "Me bloody knickers are soaking already" Mine too" laughed mum "And I've only just put them on!"Thankfully. ... That you had... Raped, a few girls."He gasped, then huged me and whispered in my ear how sorry he was, that I knew.So they were true. Tray had forced girls to please him. He had ripped away their innocence. Scarred them for life."please don't be angry Claire, I couldent help it."By now we were standing and I turned and walked into the house, down the hall, and into my room. He followed. "They were dressed so... Vulnerable... And they kept teasing me. Touching me. My mind was screaming but I.