Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and f...re, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed. I’ve worked in this building for years and there’s only one insurance company there. I’m calling to invite you to lunch today.’ ‘Sorry, Cam, can’t make it. I’ve got a long meeting at noon. Maybe tomorrow?’ ‘Oooh, damn. I wanted to see you today, but…okay, tomorrow’ll do. Downstairs in the restaurant all right with you?’ ‘It’s a date. See you tomorrow at noon,’ I said, wondering what was so important that she’d had to see me today. Cam was waiting for me at the bar the next day, once again. But was it? She certainly had ample opportunity to stray. I shook my head, admitting that I may be becoming paranoid.Just to reassure myself, the following Friday I again went into Jenny's closet, searching for that negligee. It wasn't there, it was gone. I felt my heart rate go up, but I sat back and tried to calm down. I then went into her dresser and found her underwear drawer. I found it full of underwear, amazing. I really started to feel foolish, almost like a character in a romance novel. He kissed her until she began to moan before he released her."You know where we're going. You've known it since you walked in the door." He straightened up, his hands roaming over her shoulders and down her arms. One caught her wrist and brought her fingers to the firm bulge straining the material of his slacks."Oh Sam," breathed Brigid. She looked up at him as her fingers traced the outline of a what could only be a hard cock. Both hands fumbled at the belt and then the zipper until the pants.
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