He gave me a wry, whatever you want look."No!" I protested. "I can't unhook it, Cooper!"His amusement disappeared. "What?" It's like something wants m... to be noticed," I whined. "I can't even uncross my arms.He blinked, looking down at my chest. I have medium size boobs, but they weren't the focus of his attention. My non-cooperative arms were."Maybe something does," he mused. "Was it like this before?"I nodded; mortified that he had put it together so fast."Both times?" he asked.I nodded. ...and still she waits. Walking over to the window she looks out with another sigh and sees a car drive up, her heart starts to beat faster but no, not him, just someone turning around in her driveway. Sitting there on the window seat she watches out the window awaiting His return...............Feeling her lips she remembers Him walking out the door, and the raw and tender feeling all over her body from his rough forceful goodbye in the bedroom. Three weeks without Him what is she going to do. And just as Karen rounded into my row, I scooted my chair firmly against the desk, covering up any vantage point that she would have. “Sean baby, could – Where’s my son?” she paused, seeing that he wasn’t there. She was still a good 15 feet away, and nearly parallel to my desk, making it impossible for her to see him. So, knowing I was safe for the moment, I actually snaked my left hand underneath the table, guiding Sean to continue. He was hesitant, but with some physical “persuasion”, his. I was startled. This girl was different. Despite her lack of education and her somewhat crude manners she somehow managed to see past the fog of illusion I surrounded myself with. Could she have come so close to the truth on intuition alone? Usually my victims did not remember being used as food after being told to forget. The erotic encounter we had gone through while I took my tithe of blood should quickly have become an erotic dream which soon faded into a state of not remembering. Then I.