I can be pretty scary if I want to. I yelled at her. She cried. She had to be let go. This was NOT a mistake you can let go. Later that day, on the po...er-high I had gotten from letting incompetent Noreen go, and especially in front of John, I went to the gym. I walked in at my regular time. John was there as always. I saluted him as I walked into the locker room to change. He saluted back saying nothing. I wasn't intimidated this time. I worked out. I decided to take a shower this time even. ..!« Here her voice stopped, both of them craned their long necks towards the barns. »What a God!«, Juliette ejaculated in pure adoration, »I would show him everything!« She copt a hard blow to her ear from her older sister with that careless remark, and I shouted out through the window with complete innocence: »Bring me my lunch up at once, Juliette, I'm starving!« That brought some life into the maids, and I was waiting in my office like a spider in his net! Ten minutes late Juliette brought. I also realized that I was going to be soaking my skirt, and the damp patch might well be visible from the back.Then, after I had settled back onto my chair, she said to me, “And I’d like your naked ass to be directly on the chair, not on your skirt, please.”The chairs had woven, cane-bottom seats, which are perfectly comfortable in normal times, especially when it is warm. But sitting on them with your bare ass – that’s a different story!Reluctantly, I lifted up again, and pushed my skirt out. I think I found a bit about this phenomenon, but I am only starting to comprehend how this could be happening, how it is possible. I would rather remember that second day, and even more that day a month or so later,”“But for now, take my hand, and we will try to dream together the movie of the next afternoon,” Matthew suggests.Robyn frowns a little, remembering what he is referring to. But first, yes, that second afternoon needs to be played out. “Do you remember our next meeting? My.