He worked inAccounting, and the one-stall was in Sales. But...it had been a real pain in the ass jerking his dick inthe Accounting restroom, what wit... six stalls and guys in and out of there,talking sports, humming as they combed their fucking hair...and God knows EEdidn't want to be caught jerking his dick in the bathroom. That would be theend of a boring but sustaining job...ugh. Since he had few friends (who hastime for pals when you're a wankie) EE already had a bit of a reputation as. “Yeah, it’s four stops before my stop.” I answered.“Güt, Güt. Danke” he said back to me, and I went back to listening to my music, the oblivious lunk head that I am. As the bus trundled along its route, I got small glances of him stealing a peek at me with his coy half smile with those lovely lips of his. As we approached his stop, I told him that it was his stop, but he was acting like he was reading the tourist book he had brought with him, paying no attention to me. So he didn’t get off. "What's going on?" she asked as she started climbing down the steep wooden stairs."We're trying to set up something for the kinkier broads," Greg said as he went back to work with Ken in the corner.Anna peered into the semidarkness and saw the two boys bent over something that looked like a table."What is it?" she asked as she moved closer to them."We're trying to put together a rack- You know, something kind of medieval for S & M freaks," Greg said."Well, don't look at me, guys," she said. Feelings of safety, security, happiness, slid in to replace them. The dark nightmares faded into the background as Lacie let it out, crying her heart out, emptying all the dark corners, pushing out the last of the remnants. Instead, Lacie allowed something else fill her. Belonging. Lacie knew where she belonged. Here. It was always here, in his arms. Slowly, Lacie’s tears slowed, the cathartic release making her feel light and buoyant. Smiling through the last droplets, Lacie looked up at.