I pulled my dress off in one swift motion and stripped off the rest of my clothes as I moved toward him.

"I'm a dirty girl, Daddy, and I think I need someone to wash me." I ran my finger down his chest. He smiled and took his clothes off.

I hadn't had a good opportunity to see him fully naked in good light. He was magnificent. Broad and muscled, tall, and hung.

When he told me that I "happened" to him, I felt my pussy get wet and ready for his massive cock to violate me in as many naughty ways as he could imagine.

I followed him to the shower. He started it and stepped inside. It was instantly hot, and the shower had a ceiling sprayer, several wall sprayers on each side, and a hand-held nozzle.

I didn't need any of that. I just needed him.

I pushed him into the steamy shower, kissing him and stroking his cock.

I knelt down and looked at it - thick and veiny, strong and hard. I put the tip in my mouth and felt my pussy ache for it, but it was too soon, I wanted to take care of him with my mouth.

I pushed forward slowly, taking the length of his cock, deep to the back of my throat it went.

I didn't normally suck cock, but this was an exception. A magnificent man with a magnificent cock. A man I let go because I was too chicken-shit. I won't make that mistake again. I had the chance to take this cock and I was going to let it destroy my mouth, destroy my cunt, and destroy my ass if he wanted to.

He liked it deep in my throat and he moaned and pushed on my head. I relaxed my throat and let his cock slide in. I pulled out and pushed forward again, the hot water running down my back, his firm grip on my head until I had him fully in me.

Be mine, Daryl. I've always wanted you. I was just afraid. I'm not afraid any more.

I worked my tongue around his shaft and took it deep again. He squeezed his fists in my hair and pulled me in hard. I let him slide deep into me again.

I started to rub my clit. This is everything I'd dreamed of for literally a decade.

He pushed harder as I needed a breath, then pushed my face back.

"Look at me when you have my cock in your mouth," he said. Oh, my fucking god, you know I will, Daddy.

I looked at him as I let him sink his thick cock fully into my mouth. I moved my tongue and throat around and he moaned again.

He pulled me back again, pulled me up and kissed me, his tongue searching my lips and my mouth.

His hand found my pussy - first one finger, then two. It didn't compare to the feeling of his cock splitting me open, and I had to have it again.

I stroked his shaft again and begged him, "Fuck me, Daddy. Tear my cunt open. Fill me up. Make me yours."

He turned me around and pushed my feet apart with his foot, pulled my ass back and pushed my face into the wall.

"Yeah, Daddy, you want this," I wiggled my ass.

He put his cock at my waiting hole and barely touched me. Then he sank himself balls-deep in one thrust.

I screamed and pushed back against his cock. "Fuck it, fuck my pussy," I begged.

"Daddy likes your tight little cunt, baby. Daddy's gonna make you cum."

He pulled all the way out, thrust deep inside me again. And again. He started to hammer away at my pussy. I felt an orgasm building.

He started to rub my asshole and it felt great. I'd never had anyone fuck my ass and I wondered what he was going to do.

His finger pushed into my ass. I'd never felt so full in my life.

Pumping deep inside me, pushing my face into the wall with one hand and one finger fully in my ass, I came before I even realized I was on the edge.

As I started to cum, I yelled out and reached back for him. He pulled my hands behind my back and pushed hard into me. I felt him release inside of me, yelling out, "Oh, fuck, baby... oh, fuck... oh, fuck..." as he let wave after wave of his fluid fill me up until I was over-full and it started to run down my leg, only to be washed down the drain. My orgasm subsided as his did, and he pulled out, turned me around, and pressed himself against me, my breasts flattened against his chest.

His kiss was strong and confident, like we were old lovers.

We were, sort of. He'd never fucked me like that before. And I wanted more.

I went down again and tasted my pussy on his cock. It was an intoxicating mixture. He started to thrust into my waiting mouth, pulled out, pushed me against the wall, pushed one leg up high, and started to lick my pussy.

Each lick sent shivers through me, my legs quivering and threatening to give out. I was on edge and ready to go. He put two fingers into me, pressed on my G-spot and worked my clit again.

It didn't take long - I was panting and my chest was heaving in no time, and I felt the orgasm tear through me. I put my hands around his head, struggling for grip in his wet hair, until I the waves of pleasure finally subsided.

* * *

Daryl was getting dressed after the shower, and I was looking for another dress to wear. The one I had was great, but I'd worn it most of the day and I wanted a different dress. He had a closet full of dresses and he'd offered them all to my - why not?

The closet was as amazing the second time as the first. Maybe even more so now that I'd been through them already and felt like I could make a better decision.

I went through all the clothes until I was into the tiny part of the closet that Daryl had taken for himself. I checked them out and they were very nice - several jackets, dress pants, dress shirts; all designer, of course.

I tried on one of his jackets just for grins. It was huge on me. I looked in the mirror and did my best impersonation, "Call me Daddy," which came out with a horrid English accent for some reason. I'm such a dork.

I felt a crinkle in the pocket as I took the jacket off. It was airline reservations. For 2 days from now.

He was leaving me again. And he didn't tell me - again.

A heavy weight hit me. I just let this guy in - physically and emotionally - and he's just going to fucking leave me again.

"Daryl?"

"Yeah?" he yelled from the other room.

"When are you leaving?"

"What?"

"Leaving? When are you leaving?"

"I'm just getting dressed and going back downstairs for dinner in a few."

"No..." I walked into the room with the airline reservations printout. "No, when are you leaving?"

"I don't know what's going to happen tonight, Wendy. Everything's mixed up. I'm going to tell Evelyn that this fake engagement to Victoria is off. That's for sure." He smiled at me and held me. "Those tickets were booked on my behalf - I don't make my own reservations. I have a rigorous campaign schedule. You'd be bored to tears. Besides, you have work, right?"

On the one hand, I wanted to buy this story. On the other hand, I wasn't so sure I could really trust him as much as I desperately wanted to trust him.

"Yeah, I do have work. And my mom. And you're tied at the hip to Evelyn," I frowned. "Speaking of work, I have to go. There are some things to set up before dinner."

"You're joining me for dinner, though?" I wanted to melt into him and never leave. I wanted to attach myself to his hip.

"Yes, Daddy." I smirked.

I did have work to do - I had to figure out what was going on with that bitch, Evelyn, and those emails and the FBI.

* * *

I copied the emails earlier to another location on the server, then realized I needed an offline copy, so I grabbed a USB thumb drive and copied all the emails over and put the drive in my purse.

I stared at the screen and drummed my fingers on the desk.

FBI. Emails. Encryption.

I opened a browser and did a few quick searches. Our system used a salted hash algorithm to encrypt the emails. I knew the encryption scheme, and I knew the salt. I had enough to decrypt at least part of the messages.

I grabbed a few emails and tried to decrypt them see what Evelyn was up to. Not only did she treat me like trash, but she tried to get me demoted under Jeff of all people.

No dice, the encryption was done in two layers - the stuff that I set up and then PGP encryption done on the client side.

If I can't see what she's doing, I can at least monitor and log that she's doing something. I set up a system event to record everything that email address does and send it to another system on the network. At the very least, when the FBI came knocking, and I was sure they eventually would, I would have my ducks in a row.

But what if it takes Daryl down, too? I didn't think he was the sort to do anything illegal. When we were dating, he didn't even go over the speed limit. He was such a goodie-goodie. He even told the Navy that he smoked a cigarette once and worried for a week that it would disqualify him from the Academy. I told him he was fine and nobody cared.

I was right then, and I'll bet the farm that I'm right now - Evelyn is crooked and this thing with Victoria is somehow a way to cover up her crimes.

I logged out and went next door to the little office. The door squeaked open and Lisa looked up at me over the top of her glasses.

"Jeff's fired."

"I know. I'm doing the paperwork now. What happened?"

"He assaulted me."

"That's not what he said."

"Of course that's not what he said, Lisa! But Daryl was there and witnessed the whole thing. Daryl's the one that fired him. Who told you?"

"Jeff came down here to grab his things. But I don't know where he went because this blizzard hasn't let up that I can see. The plows have been through continuously but it's still going to be a tough drive home."

"He'll be fine. Maybe he can hook up with that psycho bitch, Evelyn - they'd make a great pair." I forgot for a minute there that Jeff was married to Lisa's daughter.

Lisa sighed, hung her glasses from the strap around her neck, and swiveled her chair toward me.

"What are you going to do when Daryl leaves? Huh? I know you dated him in high school."

"How did you know that?"

"It's a small town, dear, and I've lived here my whole life, too."

"Oh."

"Listen. Are you going to tell him that you love him, or are you going to let him leave?"

"I - he - well - "

"You're not going to tell him, are you." She sighed again. I had no idea that Lisa was this intuitive. Maybe I was just Captain Obvious and clueless about it.

"He's got this ambition, you know? He sets his mind to something and he goes out and gets it. He has this tattoo on his shoulder - 'You are your only limitation.' He got it in the Navy. They teased him about his investments, but he showed them, then again about his success, but he showed them that he didn't care what they thought, he was going to do what was best for him."

Lisa stared at me with huge eyes and put her hands up.

"What?"

"Goodness, dear, do you ever listen to yourself?" She laughed, her belly shook and she leaned back in the chair and folded her arms. "Wendy, honey, you're head over heels in love with this guy. I don't think you ever weren't. Stop projecting this hard outer shell and start letting people see the soft sweetness on the inside." She pressed her lips together and grabbed a tissue, blotted the corner of her eye. "I really like you, Wendy, but you're your own worst enemy. You really are."

I just stood there, lost for words. I never thought much of Lisa, but maybe she wasn't such a bitch after all, she was just another person trying to make her way in this world as best she could.

And I'm a giant asshole. I did put on a mask to keep myself safe from getting close to someone again.

I had to find Daryl. I had to ask him not to leave, or to take me with him. I'd figure out how to take care of my mom, I'm smart.

Lisa leaned forward and took my hand. "Hon, you got to at least tell him. You might get hurt, but your heart wants what it wants, and you can't keep denying it or it'll eat you up inside for the rest of your life."