He sighed in frustration. I wrapped my arms around his neck and back pulling him onto my chest, I kissed him hard, opening my mouth and pushing my to...ngue into his mouth to show him my wanting and my lust. I am yours, take me. I whisper in his ear as I kiss up his cheek. Al reached between my legs he held his firm cock in his hand, he rubbed the head against my clit then up and down my slit. He looked into my eyes and asked again if I was ready, I nodded and he kissed me as he pushed the head. ”“I hope you aren’t planning on putting more on my plate. I feel completely inadequate as it is.”“That is part of why I wanted to talk with you. How do you feel about your job? Do you like it?”“No.”“Ok, that is the short answer. Would you care to elaborate?”“I’m in over my head. You keep on leaving me out of important discussions and meetings. I have no clue what I’m doing...”She continues listing things she is unhappy with, and it isn’t a shortlist.“ ... I’ve gotten to the point where I am. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably the 19th century, and how could a diary possibly be 'inappropriate for either display or study'?The best place to start answering these questions it seemed was. Every minute had seemed like an eternity, each class had dragged and dragged as minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly. Duncan reached into his pocket and grasped the note comfortingly. He’d read it a thousand times since he’d first seen it in his locker, memorizing not only exactly what it said, but every bump of Jeff’s lettering.Six pm. Friday.Today.Three hours, eighteen minutes to go. Unless ... nope. Duncan looked at the clock, hoping that another minute had passed, but no such luck. It was.