I had taken pains to make sure that the camisole was not visible under my shirt and vest, but I felt slightly uncomfortable and feared discovery. We ...ad agreed to meet at lunchtime in the stairwell at the 7th floor, and as one o'clock approached, I started getting a little nervous about the meeting. She told me she would want to make an "inspection," to make sure that I was abiding by the terms of our agreement. As I left my desk, I experienced some extra discomfort as I felt the panties. I look up and see that he has one eyebrow cocked. Fuck, he knows I was checking him out and not paying attention. He’s going to fucking knock me out. I better get ready for a fight. I was panicking. He smirked, downed the remainder of his beer, grabbed me by the arm and said, “C’mon let’s go”.“Huh?” I replied in a strong low voice, ready to fight.“Let’s get out of here,” he retorted.“Why? Is the team headed out to another bar?” I asked innocently.“No. We’re going to head over to my apartment. I didn't know what to expect. It just so happened that my husband had a homeboy of his here visiting from out of town so my alibi for driving to Charlotte would play out perfectly. Considering the fact that I'm sure they had some other plans out on the town that didn't include me anyway. So I told my husband that I would be going to meet some friends at a concert in Charlotte and we were going to stay over and travel back in the morning. Blinded by his own selfish plans for the weekend he. You're so sweet. But, you've been lying to Roberta for years." I climbed into the car, inhaling the smells of prisoner sweat, urine and vomit, coffee, donuts, and mace."You're right, honey. I just don't know. The years passing were a tough time for me. I remember feeling old and useless. I was dragging each day through work, one foot in front of the other, until I saw you. I remember when we first met in high school. You were so beautiful back then." I remember, Jack. Our first meeting. You.
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