"Let me get this straight. You're going to pay me some outrageous amount to be your personal assistant, to help you run your company, and you expect m... to use my intelligence as you call it, to make decisions. And when I need to be ... er ... submissive, then you will take control?"I nodded. She was beginning to get her beautiful head wrapped around this new idea as to how she could possibly start living her life."Show me," she said suddenly."Huh?" I was surprised. I hadn't been reading her. An athlete. A warrior. A husband. A father. A lone tear rolls down your cheek and becomes lost in your long, dark hair. Your reflection doesn't move, chiseled jaw line remaining impassive as you move to brush away the locks. Another drop falls silently into the water. The rushing noise in your ears and head blocking the minuscule splashing. The ripples emanate and slowly your image fades. You once again notice the eyes behind you, barely reflected, or perhaps conjured by your imagination, as. He kept getting braver and my not protesting led him almost to my nipple which was rock hard by now.I shifted to try to get him to stop and laid on my back with my head in his lap thinking he would not be that brave and everything would go back to normal. I was pulling the blanket up to my neck when David put his hand under it between my arm and the couch. I looked over at Shane who was still snoring. Then I felt David move his hand up and rested it on my right tit. He was gently squeezing it. I decided to let her take this as far as she wanted to. If she wants proof, I’ll be glad to give her a personal lesson in teenage Biology she’ll never forget.“Yes, and I’ve been in a tizzy since she told me. She’s the one who told me about your accident too.”“I see.”“Jack, do I have to come right out and ask you for some help? Can you not tell, your former Biology Teacher needs some help with a very personal female biological problems?”“Are you sure? I mean, I ‘d be glad to help if I could. But.