And as Tehama watched Ingrid speed out of Headquarters she knew something was up. She needed to know what; or so she thought.
Joseph also watched Ingrid go; he was entranced by her. Her eyes, her silky black hair and her milk white skin. When she had seen everything that had been his tipping point. He was dating Tehama, but truthfully she was a bore to him. She was into science and not into the same music and she hated all the sports he played.
Ingrid was the one he was watching. He dreamed of making her moan, scream and satisfying all of her needs. He continuously dreamt of that; he wanted to press his lips to her breasts, make her feel the pain for all of her life.
He wanted her, he needed her and he only had one problem...