Johansen's face appeared in a window on Dawes's display."Dawes, you'd better have an EXCELLENT reason for running thesecurity on Doug's office!" said ...Johansen, wasting no time. As usual.Sighing, Dawes marshaled his thoughts. Of course, Barnes would'veset up the security system to alert corporate legal if suchsurveillance was ever activated. How the hell was he going to explainall this? And what to do?"Steve, trust me on this one. Byrd abducted Barnes and paid thewoman with him in his office now. ”aunty , only my room is open , the rest is unusable” i said hastily. She pondered for a while and then said ”no problem , i will sleep on the sofa” to which i refused saying its ok , ”i wil take the sofa aunty , you can use my bed” at last we reached an agreement. Well , time passed and night fell. I and mrs roopa were up in my room chatting and playing cards , she always lost the game and her expression whenever she lost was pretty funny. ”don’t laugh yet. , i can still win!” she scorned. I. “Care to come up for a drink or something?” she asked coyly.“I don’t need any more to drink, but I’d like the ‘or something’,” was his not unexpected response. Reaching under his jacket he peeled off the cummerbund and untied the bow tie.Once inside her apartment, Cassie closed the door behind them and said, “Stay there.” She turned her back to him and reached inside the mink coat. Unzipping the evening gown, she allowed it to slip down inside the dress, then stepped out of it. Turning back to. It was her, my older woman. My mistress.She knocked on the back door and grunted, “You alone?”I tried to smile but failed and she barged into the house.“Where is your room?”I took her upstairs and I didn’t know if I was going to be anointed or crucified.I sat on the bed and picked up my guitar.“She told me everything,” Mrs Hubert began, “in graphic detail. She can be a real bitch. A sanctimonious little cow but a bitch too.”“What?” I said dumbly. “What did she tell you?”“Oral sex. Penetration..