She had no idea who wrote it or what they might have on her. Sure she had done a few stupid things in her past–who hadn't? But what could this perso...n be talking about? And what pictures and/or proof could they have? Julie had grown up in Secaucus, New Jersey. But this was Dallas, some 1,300 miles away. And she had lived in Dallas for ten years now. What could this person know about her?Work that day was a fog for Julie. She couldn't concentrate and she couldn't think about anything but the note. “Kate, I need the scale drawing,” Doc called. I was closer, but Kate came from one end of the hall to the other to walk past us and pick up the drawing about ten feet away. She had a scowl on her face as Doc turned before she got back and walked back to where I’d been working. I heard a bit of a huffy sigh behind me as Kate followed along. Robert was totally absorbed in a phone conversation down the hall, but when he saw the three of us walking toward him he hung up and came to meet us. Doc. She pressed the photo to her face and kissed it time and time again, she rubbed it all over her cheeks and then intuitively she brought the picture to her boobs. She tried to rub the picture over the nipple but her bra was in the way. ‘I don’t want to wear my bra anymore.’ She said. ‘I know.’ He said. ‘I told you it was better to wear the robe without underwear, but you wouldn’t listen. You were too much of a prude, I guess.’ Tears propped up in her eyes. God was disappointed in her,. Thinking over the past while, however, I realized that maybe I was. I had enjoyed the Dom/sub play we had had together as well as the anal episodes. As a matter of fact, I had enjoyed every moment of my time with her. I lusted for her with every fiber of me being. I was deeply and truly in love with my Denise. Alice was truly a thing of the past. While I was still pissed off at Alice, however, I no longer lusted for her in the way I used to. I smiled at the thought of making her pay for her.