The only good thing was Laura. For that entire month, she wore slutty dresses and sandals.As I was new, I asked a lot of question. She would always co...e over and help me, with a smile. I would always take a prying look at her legs and feet. Sometimes I would have to excuse myself and go to the bathroom until I calmed down. This didn’t go un-noticed; I found that out in my first one to one meeting.It was in a small room. The sun was bursting through the windows, and showing the surrounding. That was several months ago. Now I was rushing home with two paperback books in my bag that I had taken from Mr. Ford's home. I would normally go home after cleaning his home and since I had several hours before I had to be at the restaurant I would search the web for more stories about women being raped and abused and humiliated.I know. That's sick. But I can't help what turns me on. And it's just harmless fantasy. I would often sit at my computer and read them and run a vibrator over my pussy. A hole-in-one.” She began to dance around and screamed some more. “Gerry. Gerry. Can you believe it? A fucking hole-in-one?” Gerrard did his best to join in with her celebrations but all he could feel was rank disappointment and envy. All those years of playing. All those tournaments. All that practice. And not a single one. Not ever. They made their way back to the clubhouse. Gerrard walked behind Charlie as she practically bounced along the path. He looked at her wonderfully shaped arse. "Fuck you," she snarled, only then noticing that the slide was locked back. "I'd love to but I'm afraid I can't hang around that long." "A patrol will be here soon and they have real guns." As he started to raise his gun their eyes met. Rachel's deep blue eyes just stared back defiantly. "God, what a beautiful woman," he thought, "What a shame to kill her." She was far better looking than any of the women in his life and what a spirit! He hated to kill her but he was staying far too long. The.