conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled When I Fall about Towers, Penn, State with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After studying at Penn State University, the author pursued a career in business communications in the health care industry before years in corporate America inspired her to write fiction again as a means of escaping the Ivory Towers. A veteran who has occasionally worn corporate shackles within the proverbial Towers, her writing typically focuses on the dichotomy between corporate America's short-term objectives and the pursuit of meaning in the daily grind. She s authored three novels, one of which is currently available in print. She lives outside Philadelphia with her husband and, when blessed with their presence, her daughter and three stepdaughters.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When I Fall
  She blows out a breath and gives me her sad eyes. "Yes, honey, I can. It's the same damn story you've been telling me for the past year. How are you so surprised?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '"'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I've never had a problem working overtime or putting in long hours in a pinch, but since Chris's little stunt with the bank, we've been working from nine to nine every night, eating take out in that cramped little room, and hardly saying a word as everyone tensely awaits the next attack. As expected, Cooper offered to pay triple time to anyone willing to forgo the long Thanksgiving weekend in favor of a catered dinner on Thursday and working all day Friday.
  Walt, Ron and I took him up on the offer. Drake spent Thursday with family but was plugging away with us on Friday morning and hasn't missed a minute at all since.
  Although there have been a few unusual complaints from customers, nothing major has happened since the bank incident.
  Drake's jaw twitches and then he smiles. "You should go. You're working hard and could probably use a drink right about now."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: His second stream of come is harder than the first and hits my chin. He's so fucking hot when he's squirming on top of me and begging for more.
  After fully riding out the waves of ecstasy coursing through us, Jeff collapses onto my chest. We both lie still, breathing deeply as I pull him to me and kiss his forehead lightly.
  A few moments later, he walks back in with a washcloth. I'm staring at the ceiling, my mind drifting with thoughts about my life with Jeff and how he's changed me for the better.
  Jeff's laugh is the last thing I hear before we fall asleep in each other's arms. I suddenly realize that falling for him was the best thing that's ever happened...for the both of us.