I wore short skirts, often with stockings and garters and low cut shirts with or without a bra. Gave lots of flirty advances, had many incidents of �...accidental’ cleavage rubbing or brushes against his cock. I also made indecent comments I played off as if I did not know I had said anything ‘bad’. I did it all. What I usual got back was a sinister grin and ‘come hither’ eyes. I would come closer, be warm in his embrace and that is where it ended. He had bestowed me with a nickname which. I just chuckled before responding “Clearly guilty, I mean I even left the tapes out for you to find.” I really had, even going so far as to write a contract with my signature saying that I was responsible. But it was still so hard for them to even get to me. It took me a full damn phone called to the police forces, telling them exactly where I was, for them to actually capture me. I had expected them to be surprised by my words.Though the reaction was far more tame than I had thought it would. She thought back on the whole conversation. Every touch. Every gesture. Had it all been calculated? Janie was a master of reading people’s intentions, and she hadn’t seen what was happening to her even when it was being explained to her step by step. If she’d been watching it happen to someone else it would have been painfully obvious, but she’d been too distracted, too overwhelmed. Things like that just didn’t happen to her. The magnitude of her blind spot was staggering. All she could do was. ”“That’s my fault,” Rhonda said. “I took up martial arts when I gave up dancing, and I didn’t discourage her from doing some of my training.”“Pretty good, huh?” Susan grinned.“I can kill you 27 different ways,” Rhonda said, freezing the smile on Susan’s face. “My sister, Sharon, is a tiny thing, and she’s so good it scares me”“I only know 14 ways to kill someone,” Carly said. “But I’m getting there.”“Do not fuck with that girl,” Jane muttered to Mac on the other side of the room.“Or her mom,”.