Still, she couldn't recall when any man since Jack had so aroused her as the handsome Director of Correction. Lord, and he had to be old enough to be ...er father... at least fifty; yet there was something in the dominating way he carried himself that had set little tingles glowing inside her since the first day she had walked into his once. And that afternoon they had all culminated into one electrifying jolt which had nearly caused her to lose all control... Of course, she had brought it onto. We'd talked as part of the group but never on our own.At the end of the first week we went to some huge club in the middle of nowhere and long before the ecstasy entered my system I promised myself that I'd strike up some kind of conversation with Karen. There I was chatting to complete strangers with no problem but I still couldn't even get started with the one person I really wanted to talk to. My chance, it seemed, had come. I saw Karen go off on her own, I waited for a bit and then followed. He stood in front of the full length mirror, adjusting it, before pulling a white t-shirt over the belly. He pulled on the red and white trousers, tucking the t-shirt in, and slipping into the red and white coat. Finally he fastened the black leather belt tightly under the belly. “Ho Ho Ho… Merry Christmas,” he called out before chuckling. He made his way downstairs to the front door, where he pulled on a pair of black leather boots trimmed with white fur on top. Grabbing the huge red velvet. Truth is, I hate wasting time on lots of back and forth negotiations. Plus we didn’t really have a long meeting slot.”He laughed quietly and continued, “Course, all that said, the truth is more likely that striking fast is just a bad habit of mine. Makes people uncomfortable sometimes… most times.” He smiled at her, shrugging, “But I do try to keep it in check. Truly I do.”He laughed again, and she joined in this time, surprised at his easy candor. As they turned to go up the stairs, they fell.