Picking up his pipe from the desk, the headmaster measured out a small wad of tobacco and packed it into the bowl. Striking a match, he puffed at the ...tem until the fire caught, and the pipe lit up with an orange ember glow.Sarah waited patiently for him to speak, her hands trembling a little as he opened a drawer to put the matchbook away.“So,” he said.So what, she wanted to ask, but she held her tongue.“So,” he said again, “What am I do to with you now that you are here, Ms. Whitney.”More. You just about pointed a finger at my boss and said 'It's his fault.' and he didn't like it." I did no such thing. All I did was tell Ian the recommendation I had made and when. I didn't even try to say who was responsible for not following it." You know that and I know that but my manager is guilty and feeling it. He knows it was his fault and even though his intentions may have been good, saving the company some money, the result is they now have to shell out a lot more. He wants someone else. I couldn’t believe I was standing here, though, waiting for him. Who would have thought this would ever happen? Definitely not me, but just as my doubts were weighing in on me, I heard the bathroom door open, then footsteps, and not the soft click of heels, either. The steps got closer, pausing in front of my stall door. I could see the shadow, then a hand gripping the top of it, and I quickly unlocked it before it was opened. There Jack stood, his hazel eyes darkened as they stared at me. He. He was tall, blonde, tanned and absolutely gorgeous. Every girls fantasy. From our first words together anyone could tell we were a perfect match, Oh god a remember how I would tremble at his touch. Every time he put his arms around me I could feel the blood flowing through my body faster than usual. My eye' s would close and I would just let the sensation flood my body. He'd laugh and say how much he loved me and I believed every word. I wanted to believe him. I'd never thought about sex. I'd.