found myself face to face with him. It turns out that my boss is the very man who bought my virginity that night. I had hoped he wouldn't recognize me, but that went out the window th

sorry- I s

haven't done anything wrong yet.

I

know how to respond. What was I supposed to say? That

says in a rathe

man from that night. I... I just wanted to have a decent life, the job of my dreams. I neve

and forget what had happened. I needed to move forward desperately; I didn't want to go back to the club, a

me, I can leave- I say seriously,

ike sharing my life with anyone. You don't want to see my bad side. I will send you some manuscript

ce about running

hole day reading the manuscripts. It turns out my boss was a tyrant; he had sent me a hundred manuscripts, and he wanted them all read by t

xcuses. If not, you'll have to submit your resignation

rd he was today. I couldn't deny that he was quite attractive; his blue eyes were striking, as if you were looking at the sea and its

nger; I had skipped lunch and apparently dinner as well. It was ten-thirty at night when I decided to call his number from the corporate

swered with a

bothering you, but I would like to know what

s silent. Then I hear him burst out

still in

rying not to explod

didn't plan o

good for him. I hung up the phone and gathered my things. The phone rang,

bby, the poor security guard looked at me with pity. He must ha

re were no buses available, and I lived a bit far away. I tried to hail a taxi, but I failed in the attempt, so I decided t

took off my clothes so I wouldn't catch a cold, but it was too late; my body ached, and my discomfort grew. I