<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry continued to caress her skin softly until Ivy's deep regular breathing told him that she had fallen asleep. He wrapped his arms around her and allowed his mind to drift off to the next day. How could he convince Samantha that she would drop Ivy from the register? His boss had made it very clear that acutally all actions were watched carefully by the press and the authorities after the Maria disaster. It would be difficult to convince her, especially as he had no standing with her yet. It would have been easier in half a year or a year. But Samantha had told that they had far too many cases on their workload, maybe one less would sound good to her? If Samantha would refuse it then he had to get Ivy to another social worker. He really couldn't date her and write reports on her at the same time. If the press found out about that...oh my, he could only imagine the big letters he would have to read. 'Single mom fucks social worker to get good reviews', or 'CPS deeply corrupted, good reviews against sexual favors'. No, he HAD to get Ivy off his responsibilities or he would have a really big problem.<br/><br/>Finally Jerry's mind shut off from overload and he feel into a deep sleep. Normally he wasn't a good sleeper, but the proximity of Ivy's warm body seemed to have some good effect on his sleep, as Jerry awoke in bright daylight when a car engine got revved up in the streets. There was something warm laying half on his chest and he looked carefully down, just to see Ivy's black mane and her happy face in her sleep. They both seemed to have slept peacefully and especially long, as Jerry recognised when he looked on the alarm clock on the bedside table. He should have been at work already, but now it didn't matter and longer. His hand moved over Ivy's back until he found her half exposed breast and he started to rub it tenderly with his fingers. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Wake-up, sweetheart. I need to take a shower before I leave for work..."</span><br/><br/>And Jerry knew that he would have to listen to quite some mocking, when he appeared there with a one-day stubble in his face and his black clothes.</div>