He must have tried for over a minute before he stopped, panting for air. He re-positioned himself to get a better grip and he went at it again. I felt... something shift below but before it could break away I saw him slip and fall headfirst into the water. I heard something clang real load and when he got up he looked woozy and I saw his hands were all cut up and bleeding. Oh shit that must have hurt something awful! He just seems to stand there ready to fall down on me so I had to say something. I knew it wouldn't be long until I surrendered to my desires. It was almost like a lone clock ticking through an empty house. I could always sense it, hear it, and feel it.I closed my car door and stepped onto the paved charcoal footpath. Ironically, the footpath not only lead to his house, but it also led me down a path I thought I would never tread – the pathway to infidelity. I remember thoughts of 'if all these butterflies fluttering around in my stomach could coordinate and fly upwards,. Suzie came up with an idea on how I could try to remedy some of the tension I had inadvertently created. She would start calling me Joanna in front of everyone and would try to smooth out the edges between me and the people at the office. Isn't it ironic, there I was, VP of public relations and I needed someone to do my own P.R.From that day on, Suzie became the driving force behind my attempts to change my colleagues' perception of me. She would take every opportunity to use my name in front. I had to go to the loo and left the two girls chatting at the table. On my return, I noticed only my s****r in law was at the table and asked where her s****r was. She informed me that she had finished her drink and had gone to get another. She must be on some sort of mission I was thinking. Once she was back at the table and we were drinking and chatting, she kept looking round towards the bar, this really annoyed me and I asked sarcastically if she was looking for the guy who touched her.