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WARNING: SEX. I tried to keep it tasteful. There's nothing bad, I'm just...warning you about the subject matter.
38. Touch
I thought he would be rough with me, but I was wrong. In fact, he had never really man-handled me at all. Of course I realized that he was different than most men. Sometimes is was more of an emotional affair for him than anything, but only for him. I was not included...I was more of a tool to help him along the way.
We never said a word to each other until after he was finished.
I don't know who he was pretending I was. Perhaps I reminded him of an old flame that burned out before he was ready to see it go, or maybe he was even married and I reminded him of his wife in her younger, prettier days. It could have been something as simple as the fact that I was the only female agent working for him in such a position to be taken advantage of. Whatever the reason, he couldn't keep his hands off of me, and there was nothing I could to about it.
Sebastian fumbled with his belt and asked me what I thought I was doing, still standing around like I wanted a cigarette or something. Without giving me a chance to answer, he barked an order for me to bring him a cup of coffee, two creams and no sugar, and to please drop those papers on his desk off for Namba on my way to the lounge.
With an emotionless 'yes, sir', I collected his coffee cup and papers and straightened my uniform before leaving.
A lot of good it did me. It's not like they didn't know what we were doing anyway.
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I don't know who the narrator is. It could be any random generic female agent running errands for Professor Sebastian. Could even be Wendy or Cassidy. Of course...I wouldn't think Domino would put herself in this situation with Sebastian.