What if she hated me afterwards? What if she loved it? What if it made her see me like her tormentors before me, like Cheryl had when we made love? I ...forced air into my chest, fighting desperately in the clutches of a panic attack and willed it back down. I let Bad Matt out of his cage. Bad Matt didn’t have anxiety attacks and my breathing eased as I sank into that role.I pulled out the rope and the cuffs and looked over some of the other things in there before looking back at her. “Get an. I stopped dead as I watched her slowly rise placing her glasses on her head, then pausing before continuing on with her journey towards her home some twenty doors away. I contained myself and went back to my work, but could not focus properly for the next hour or two. I struggled to sleep that night from the heat. I lay on my bed, with no bed clothes, my body covered in a sheen of perspiration, a light sheet covering my legs to my abdomen. I eventually drifted off after fighting with my pillow,. Sunday night I met the RRT at the airport welcoming them back. They were staying in the motel for the night then Monday night all 30 were going in five man teams to six different embassies in South America. When they returned next Saturday they would be here for two weeks setting up the security for the debates.Monday I was glad to spend the day at KCC. I was even happy to see Bob Jackson and Mr. Nobles and play cat and mouse with their questions and my answers.“Well, I see you missed some. One in particular caught my eye as soon as I saw her. She had a beautiful smile perfectly framed by the glasses resting on her face. Even though I have a girlfriend of my own I couldn't help but check her out a little. No harm in looking after all right? Rachel, the name on her badge, had long brown hair with pink tips on the last few inches, a sexy ass, and had all the right curves for a girl her height.As we worked we got to know eachother a little better, and I immediately fell in love with.