I pretended that I mistakenly put it there and apologized, and she blushed as she told me not to worry about it. I started regularly placing my hand o...n her leg or brushing against her to see if shed stop me, but she never did. She continued writing about me in her journal as well. I loved reading her dirty comments, especially since she was so prim and proper in real life. One of the postings she wrote said simply Mr. Jones has no idea how bad I want to suck his cock. I swear if he just took it. I turned to see Bob Larson with a grim look on his face, and Deborah, with a bemused look on her face. I suppressed the sudden urge to roll my eyes, Jesse-style, and after communicating with Jennifer with a look, led them into the coach house.“What’s up?”“That kind of behavior, with people from NIKA here, is flat-out unacceptable.”“Nobody is required to be here, Bob. The ones who are, are mostly long-term friends. The one exception to that is Monica Gerhardt.”“And do you realize she could file. BUT — the television was advertising a new show — The John Larroquette Show. This was right after Night Court went off the air. He was the manager of a bus depot. He was a recovering alcoholic. He kept saying, ‘If I can make it through tonight without a drink…’ Well I decided I would wait to kill myself until after I watched that show. It worked and I got several things done. I had everything ready to kill myself at the end of that show. BUT — 30 minutes later they were going to have another. With a low growl he lowered his head and took it in his mouth. All the while he kept moving the ice cube around, around. She’d closed her eyes, focusing all of her senses on the gentle scrape of his tongue against her skin and the smoothness of the ice cube as he traced patterns on her skin. As he began moving his hand lower across her abdomen her breath quickened, her stomach tightened and unconsciously she arched her back ever so slightly. Following his hand with his mouth he worked his way.