I waited and knocked again. Then waited some more. I stood there for a long while when it was obvious that no one was at home.Now, I felt really frust...ated. I was closer to finding out more on this mysterious girl, thought, still a long way away. I got back into the elevator and rode it to the ground floor. As I got out and made my way to leave the building, I received a call on my mobile. I looked at the number which was new to me, but still answered. I said hello, when I heard a female voice. "You would have known if you were here, doing your job and not in some pig sty rutting with some common gutter trash."I should have realized he knew where I was. I said nothing. This was going to be bad and worse, I deserved it. We lost market share and I did nothing."What defense do you have?" None, Father." I replied. "I failed you and myself. I am ashamed." I thought I'd found a glimpse of happiness; I should have known I didn't deserve it.He didn't respond. I risked looking at him. He was. He moved down kissing his way down till when he reached between my legs. My pussy was wet, and he put his middle finger into me, bending it upwards to my G spot. He massaged it, rubbing it in a circular motion. He brought me near to orgasmning but as he felt my body tensing up, he removed his finger.He moved two my knees and then started kissing me upwards on my inner thighs, once reaching my groin, he sucked, giving me a love bite. Soon his lips touched my pussy, his mouth over my clit, as he. The hurt makes the good times that much better. The light becomes brighter instead of just another thing we take for granted. Sweet dreams, my friend. Rest assured that things will be better once the dawn breaks, whenever that may be. Until the day we meet again, Rachel Rachel Ravenswood laid down her pen and cracked her knuckles. In the quiet library, the soft pops were deafening. She came here to think. To let her thoughts flow. At ten o’clock in the morning, one would think that the.