Her lips tasted sweet, and I returned the kiss with excitement. She pulled away and started to cry. ‘You were right John, you were completely right.... I should have listened to you that day. I must have been fucked up in the head, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so sorry, I don’t, I mean, what…’ This time it was me to interrupt her with a kiss. She was so beautiful, I could hardly talk. ‘Don’t feel bad Rachel,’ I said. ‘But seriously, I told you he was an asshole.’ She sighed, ‘I know, it. My curtains were open and I could see into Elizabeth's room and could see her sitting in a chair with a book. Then when I turned on the light in my room, her light went out. So I guess either she was looking into my room or had just left her room. I took a bottle of whiskey out of my desk drawer and a glass and poured myself a drink. And then I started undressing while I sipped my whiskey. I was still revved up from being naked in the photo shoot. So I was posing for Elizabeth, assuming she was. We each had to do 3 audits a month and mail them to the Feds, as well as Friends main office. Hers was due by a notice I received. Most times we do them and the other has no clue so there can be no cahoots or finagling of figures. I stayed a bit late to catch up everything with her and was off to home. I was tired from the running around half the night before so I was home and out of trouble for the evening.Sunday morning found me bored to the hilt and while thumbing the newspaper I saw the ad. I suppose they are intrigued by the prospect of beating me before furiously stabbing their manhood inside my body and it brings them crawling back with acceptence of what I want to be done. Even if it sickens them to do some of the acts that I wish.Sometimes I get curious to know what makes them so enticed by wrapping their hands around my throat as they penetrate me, to find what distinguishes these men from those who aren't so....differnet. But, just as the interest springs forth, it quickly.