“WILLIAM! What the hell are you doing in here? GET OUT!” “Hey, I’m sorry. I just thought I’d have some fun scaring you. If you want, I ...an finish putting your lotion on you.”She stayed in her chair with her hair still wet. Her arms crossed across her chest. She looked hotter than he ever imagined with her tender white skin getting stretched on her chest and slight hint of growing hips. Ann looked at him and realized she could have a good thing, though unexpectedly. “You’re sick, Will! . We'd been working together for about 4 months and it was a weird relationship. We never really chatted.... We talked but on a professional work level, never social or personal. Sometimes i'd catch him just staring at me and when i'd glance a look at him, his eyes would linger a few more moments before returning to what he was doing. This irritated me. A lot. I found it annoying how he'd play these stupid eye games wonering what it all meant, and it also drove me crazy, pleasure crazy,. They'd just finished atraining mission and she and her classmates headed out to a club. Annawas startled to realize that it was a strip club and was equally startledto discover that she was attracted to the dancers! But she wasn't alesbian. Then one of the dancers, a brunette with a face she couldn'tquite make out came over to where Anna was sitting and knelt in front ofher. Anna wanted to ask the dancer what she was doing, but before shecould say anything the dancer reached forward and. In dem gepolsterten braunen Umschlag befanden sich zwei Dinge.Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem.