Fucking bitch!You push past her and storm your way to the CEO office. She smirks as she lays back in your chair."Mr.Davis!" You scream at the CEO as h... is just about to sip his coffee."Oh dear." He jumps, almost spilling his coffee on his damn ugly tie that he's been wearing for centuries. "Yes, I was just about to call for you. Please sit."You choose to stand, towering over the little man as he is sweating bullets.He clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. "So... she told you?"Your eyes. He explained everything even the punch to the gut he received. It felt good for him to get it all off his chest and for the first time in weeks he wasn't worried. he felt comfort, like he had taken a 50 pound weight off his chest. "Wait so your telling me shaun's gay to?" I don't know, I think he just wants to hide away these feelings by surrounding himself with Alice and pretending I don't exist." ughhh I could just punch him, What are you going to do about this he is your best friend you. I had often fucked my wife thinking about Becky, and actually wondered sometimes if my wife had chosen her as our babysitter so that I might be able to have some fun with her.But this story really isn't about me and Becky, but what happened afterward. I did get home a lot earlier than expected, and told Becky that she could either head on home, or stick around and watch the game with me. She chose the latter, and I poured her a drink. By the time my wife came home, Becky and I were rolling. I suggested that we talk mentally and then asked her a half dozen questions which she answered truthfully and allowed me to look within her memories. This was not as deep of an experience as a mind meld; for one I did not share any of my memories nor did I stop to really look at hers. I was just interested in knowing that she truly wanted to join us without any other ulterior motives.I did find out that Teresa had been born with dual citizenship; her father had been in the navy while her mother.