She thought I was cheating on her with Sarah Livingston?"Or is it LUCY GREEN? Your old girlfriend? That's why you got in that fight! You fucking assho...le!" she ranted. She was irrational, out of control, and once again, I wasn't about to stick around and reason with her."I'm not listening to this shit, Diana," I told her calmly. "I'm outta here."Thus, I departed the premises, as she continued to spew loud profanities. Just as before, she hurled an inanimate object in my direction. This time, it. You'd say anything and do anything to stay under. The stories she'd heard were both exciting and horrific. For most of the agents, it meant participating in the criminal activities of the organization they were trying to infiltrate. Violence, drugs, weapons ... whatever. For her, well, she didn't know. Whatever it took to stay under. That was the name of the game.So this is where she found herself, a month later. Pretending to be some drugged up whore, and pulling off her blouse for Tony and. He needed to see her. She was just so beautiful, so wonderful, so magnificent. He knew he wanted to marry her, cherish her and just be with her until the end of times.He remembered how it was when he first saw her. He had been hiking through the dense jungle forest a couple of days in his attempt to reach the river. It was everything you’d expect from a jungle undergrowth; thick, humid, warm and full of insects. His right arm was getting worn from the constant swinging of the machete.. Then I saw a tear seeping from her eye and tracing a slow path down her cheek. My immediate response was to kiss her and then lock the break room door and fuck the unhappiness out of her. 'I'm sorry to hear that, Carla," I said. When she reached over and squeezed my hand I felt ripples of electric tingles race up my arm and stirred my cock which was just in the process of withering. I felt somewhat ashamed that I was aroused by her unhappiness, but now my erection found it's second wind. I.