“Aren’t you cold? It’s 60 degrees in here and you don’t have much on.” Jack asked as he took the seat. “A little, why? Do you wanna warm m... up?” Lauren giggled, pulling herself into a seated position by her knees. Jack responded by leaning over and giving her breast a quick playful squeeze. “If you are in the mood for it…” Jack said, withdrawing his hand and looking back over to see Lauren biting her lip. She moved over and hugged Jack and gave him tiny love marks on his neck. He set the glass. Mrs. Janson soon learned that my hiring of Charlotte had caused some crap behind my back because it wasn't my job to hire people and the union accused me of giving benefits to Charlotte because her husband was a sport star instead of promoting the best qualified of the other secretaries. I never asked what she did but it didn't take long for Mrs. Janson to clean out all complaints about Charlotte.Charlotte and I worked surprisingly well together from the very beginning. Though I couldn't deny. I said "yes", very quickly. Over the next few weeks we would spend many evenings together, sometimesat my apartment and sometimes at his place. Oh by the way, he couldafford a lovely 3 bedroom house about a mile away from campus. It was ina gated community, surrounded by a golf course. It was decorated verymodern styled, and I did love his taste. But there were many occasionswhere I felt my mind would go blank as we sat together and talked. Ionly recall that after each 'episode' I would feel. He wears a beard of rusty blood. He is still stone-hard.“I am your first,” he says. His voice, unlike mine, is not tattered or gasping. It is resonant and polished.“Not exactly.” My laugh cracks at the edges.He growls and dips his face again.“More,” he says, into my aching cavity. But the flow slows, and he grows flaccid. Before I can peel myself from the damp sheets, he shunts his broad torso up so we are face-to-face and chest-to-chest. The thin, galvanized layer of his control is stripped.