I have to admit my ego was sky high and the idea of fucking Ann did excite me a good bit. We left the meeting with a casual good bye, I was sure that... no one else in the meeting had any idea what had just happened between Ann and I.Friday started out like any other work day. I went to the coffee room to get my first cup of the day and as I was leaving Ann came walking in. She winked at me and said in a low voice that she was horny as hell and needed fucked really bad. I was not a virgin to. He’ll probably come up with some lame excuse why he can’t, but the son-of-a-bitch owes me a favour or two.”“Ryan, I really do appreciate this. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” she gushed. Oh yeah, she’d make it up to me alright. One night with this woman would be more than full payment for a road warrior like me. I had visions of pleasuring that body of hers. My cock began to agree with the idea. The logic side of my brain suggested I get on with other things. Some days, I hate that side of. I started to turn the knobwhen I remembered to get the dresses. I turned around to take them down fromthe hook, and when I did I saw the black purse sitting on the shelf. Andsitting on top of the purse was a small yellow envelope. On the envelope wasa single handwritten word:GeneMy heart skipped a beat. Jean Adams was real. Not only was she real, butwhile I had been going through her purse, she must have been flipping throughmy billfold. She knew my name, just as I knew hers. Not only was I. The only time I got up is when Ihad another shower. I couldn't hold down food, I couldn't look at myselfin a mirror. And somehow, I knew the worst was not over. Tony would beback. I was sure of it. Having had a taste of that kind of thing, hewouldn't stop. It would happen again, and again.And a monster made of rage was born in my heart.On Sunday, I got up, got dressed, and went looking for Tony. I had no cluewhat I was going to do, but I knew I had no choice but to find a way tostop him.All it.