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Steve contacted us a few days after his visit, and came by again to go through the quotation together. This time we didn't forget the appointment, and when he walked in you could see the disappointment in his eyes when L. greeted him fully dressed. Although fully dressed may have been exaggerated. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, no bra, and a short sport legging so tight it could have been painted on. She regularly...

Chapter 4 Kim's fingers hovered over the console's keyboard. The data on Chimera filled the screen, a jumble of numbers and graphs that should have commanded her full attention. Her mind kept drifting back to the sensation that still lingered between her legs—a heat that refused to be ignored. She shifted subtly in her seat, trying to relieve the pressure building within her. The movement only served to draw attention to...

Chapter 1 Alicia's gaze lingered on the softly glowing monitors, their blue light casting an ethereal glow across her face. The facility was silent, save for the occasional hum of machinery and the distant echo of Bert's footsteps. They were the only two on duty tonight. It was midnight, the witching hour when the world outside seemed to hold its breath, and the universe laid bare its mysteries to those who dared to look....

The large flat screen's digital clock had said '8:16' in bright green-lit digits, and it was tuned to an Asian-based English-speaking news channel when she turned it on. She fidgeted as she brought the tea cup to her lips, squirming on the sofa, her legs folded under her in the living room. She bit her lip as she eyed the clock under the screen again, not seeing, hearing or caring what the falsely smiling anchors on it we...