His current workplace was outdoors on construction sites. He had to put up with the weather, the dirt, and the noise. That was a far different environ...ent than an office. Spending eight to ten hours of a work day in a place that one disliked could very easily lead one to be unhappy, regardless of how much they enjoyed the actual work.After reading that section of the document, Dan understood why Tom had reacted so negatively to Boston. Tom didn’t like urban areas, crowds, or cold weather. He. Not me. It was the only way I could assuage the guilt. It’s not me. It’s him.On how many occasions had we fucked over the course of that fateful year? It must have been hundreds. None of my boyfriends had ever figured me out in the way he had. In a way, I blamed him for the dire state of my personal life. He’d ruined me. The sex had been way too good.*The first time. His office. A small, square room just off the English corridor. He had a desk, a computer, a bookcase full of lever-arch files. Christine and Yvonne are both very open about their sexual orientation, both amazed and awed by the female form. “You’re right, Christine,” Yvonne purrs. I lay still as I watch Yvonne touch her perky breasts and slowly move her fingers over her taut nipples. Christine gasps and shifts onto her side, letting the blanket fall off her bare skin. I watch as Christine bends her knee, spreading her legs so she could gain access to the apex of her thighs. “Um, guys… I don’t know if I’m. .. yes... YES!”She lay there on the floor the rest of the night whimpering and moaning, alternating between “No. No more,” and “Yes... yes... yes...”I wasn’t sure what to do, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want the imps getting out and wreaking havoc in the neighborhood. So, I drew a new, larger circle around Annie and then drew an even larger one just outside of that. Then I placed twice as many charms in the proper places to contain both her and the imps. After that, I sat in a chair watching.