I couldn't just drop everything to run out for some steamy, erotic, secret rendezvous down the street. Secondly, I am hardly dressed for it. It was Fr...iday after all - office casual day. I was hardly dressed in anything remotely appealing or sexy. Girlish preppy was more like it. An untucked, tailored shirt, leaving the tails to stick out a bit beneath the sweater I have over it, jeans (snug, but not too snug), socks, loafers, white cotton panties and bra under it all. Yes, that just screams. The rear truck door opened and he noted it was ‘Travis’. ‘Travis’ then unloaded the dozens of mineral water and delivered it to the store. Then they were off again. He then repeated the process, randomly injecting the poison into the mineral water until the poison finished. By the time the whole process of injecting the water and delivering them was done, it was almost dawning. Just before the second last stop, ‘Travis’ quietly let his accomplice out and he himself has returned to the compound. She came down the stairs slowly, walked over to the end table to turn off the lamp, and collapsed onto one end of the couch. As she slouched there, she beckoned to me with one lazy arm, a come-hither wave to her fingers. I knelt on the couch next to her and leaned toward her. Her arm, still hanging out there, snaked around my neck as I bent down to kiss her softly."Mmmmm..." she said, her eyes closing. I could see the cares of the world washing out of her face as she relaxed and let the. “Yes,” Thomas said, “I wouldn’t want to clean up that mess.”“What mess?” Roger asked. He had forgotten what he had just said.“Don’t worry about it,” Thomas answered.“It’s all good. We were just drinking. I think we had too much, but Marco there deserves it. Heather wants to stick a dildo up his butt.”“I’m right here,” Marco said over his shoulder, “I can still hear you.”“Really?” Thomas asked.“Yes, she wants to peg him but he’s worried about the pain. He says he stuck a finger up there and he’s.