She looked at him. He looked at her. She thought about it all as he smiled at her. He had this twinkle in his eyes too. She loved the twinkle and then... said “Can I think about it?” “Take all the time you want Olivia” he replied, smiling. She thought about the offer all afternoon and at night too. Their relationship started becoming a little more personal and seeing as it did, she’d come each morning at the very crack of dawn and she wanted to lay down in bed with him. She wished she could remove. Like, maybe why all the computers and cameras in a network news office die from a power surge in the same split second."Oh, shit, Jon thought. Stan is pissed. He knew exactly what Stan was talking about, too -- although surpassed by later developments, the Swallowtail prototype was still owned by Lambdatron and was sitting out in the back shop with a tarp over it. It would be no trick for it to knock out a couple floors of computers and electronic equipment in a skyscraper from several miles. Oh, Emily. Cummily. I wanted to make her mine, to defile her, to fuck her senseless, and have her know her place. I found it hard--pun intended--to concentrate as I spent eight hours in the office afterward. As I tried to proofread a submission, images of Emily flashed in my head. I couldn't keep thinking of a literary submission when I was thinking of Emily's submission to me. Her bodily submission, taking my dick in her cunt, her ass, her lovely little throat. Enough, I told my brain. Enough.. “Ten!” Louise paused to readjust the right sleeve of her red pinstriped blouse.Thwack! My thighs had yet another red line embossed on them.“Eleven – almost there, young man,” Louise whispered.Thwack! The final stroke landed expertly, right across the centre of my bottom, completing a neat set of tram lines.“Twelve – well done, Peter.” Mrs. Jensen exhaled heavily and placed the cane on her desk next to where I was lying. I could see through blurry eyes that it was bloodied, so guessed what a.