I realised I still had my hands full – with a journal and a partially-unravelling wool sweater. I rubbed the tears off with the sweater irritably.�...�I was all alone,” I realised I was shouting, but couldn’t seem to help it, “and no one cared and I had to do everything for myself. No one ever loved me. No one took care of me. I thought I’d been abandoned, that there was something wrong with me. And this whole time, they were here and I didn’t fucking know!” I waved the items in Aedan’s face. ‘We went out for burgers and single malts at the club. Your old man practically drank me under the table and took me for $50 at poker. And he really loved the cigars I gave him.’ I nearly spit out my drink and gave him a high five. ‘You’re such a bad influence,’ I said. ‘And you’re such a bad girl,’ he leered. ‘Let’s go out on the patio so you can have my cigar.’ I raced him out of the room to the kitchen before we headed outside. Rick spotted a bowl of leftover buttercream frosting in the. It opened and I saw the ugliest woman I have ever known. Overweight, under-kempt and bitch to the bone, she was also my boss, Agnes Brody. I've never been quite sure whether her intentions were to fuck me or fuck me over. Probably both."I've got a case for you," she said with as much enthusiasm as contempt. "Designer pillows, disappearing by the dozens. I think it's an inside job." Suspects?" I asked."It's all in the file," she said tossing it on my desk. "I want it figured out by week's. As our kiss lingered I moved down her neck and then pulling her halter top aside I took almost her whole tit in my mouth and sucked on it like a baby. Her nipples were puffy but soon stood up almost ¾ of an inch. Meanwhile she tilted her head back and began rubbing her hands through my hair and pulling me in closer to her. I reached down and as my hand found her pussy I could feel her warmth coming through her shorts. Reaching up I popped open her shorts and slid my hand down inside. She wasn’t.