I dressed in the clothes I found there (the boots were abit difficult, but I managed) and went to the dressing table.Apart from the make up stuff, the... dressing table was empty. There was nophotograph. The piece of paper was there, but it was blank (there wasnothing written in it). The photograph was not necessary, though, Iremembered how I had to do my make up. I didn't need to consideranymore. That was the "fate" I chose to myself. I went to the door andleft the room, wearing the same kind of. " I saw a conflicted look cross her gorgeous face. "Where the hell were you three years ago?"It was like I was knifed all over again. "Don't you think I wonder that myself?"I saw the tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Hell, you were married, and I was barely out of high-school. It's not on you." It is now. Nobody will hurt you again." Say it for me, Steve?" I love you, Sheri." Sheri? Or Cherry? Maybe you actually love the gamer girl." One and the same, silly girl. The gamer girl. A few full drops pool in your cleavage. Perhaps you may have been tempted to wipe them away, were your wrists not bound together, stretched above your head, and then secured to the headboard. The effect gave your body a long, graceful and sinuous look, a woman caught in her first morning stretch as she wakes, rather than a woman bound. Ravishing in her exposure, most seductive in her vulnerability. I let the mink glove on my left hand wipe gently over your breasts, and linger long enough to. What a wimp! Anyway, why would I want to see losers like those two? I certainly don't want people seeing them going into my office!”YOU KNOW SOMETHING, MISSY? STUCK-UP BITCHES LIKE YOU ARE THE SCOURGE OF THE PLANET! AND YOU ARE ONE OF THE WORST CASES I'VE EVER SEEN! I'M SO TIRED OF THE WAY SELF-CENTERED PIECES OF SHIT LIKE YOU ALWAYS FLOAT TO THE TOP! YOU NEED TO BE PUNISHED!Jilnar had regained control of her hands. She tried to delete the email but it was too late! She'll have to think of a.