‘Oh? What kind of job?’ ‘Redecorating a small apartment.’ ‘Doing what exactly?’ ‘Changing a few plastic boards, putting up some new wall...aper and paint a couple of rooms.’ ‘Sounds easy enough. I’ll send someone over to give you a price.’ ‘No need. I’ll pay whatever it costs.’ ‘You will?’ Jared said a little thoughtful. ‘Okay, so what’s the catch?’ ‘The catch? There is none.’ ‘Oh course there is. I know you well enough to recognise that tone. You’re up to something, aren’t you?’ ‘Not at all. My. "Yes, I'm much better. I would like to wash up. You will have to help me get my pants off."I had never been much of one to hesitate before but this was a different situation. I watched her loosen her pants at the waist. I knelt beside her to help support her as she slid them to the ground and then slowly stepped out of them while I held the legs down and let her use my shoulder to brace her bad leg.She was wearing nothing under them and looked even better half naked than clothed. I stood."I can. Mary then took my left hand and put it on her breast. I pulled back a little and looked at her and she took her shirt off and threw it on the floor, for the first time I noticed she didnt have on a bra.I was really surprised because I hadn't thought of Mary-Ellen as anything other than a friend. I started to get up but she jumped on my lap and said, "Please Tom, I'm so depressed, I need this to cheer me up," as she reached down and felt my cock through my jeans which at this time was now. But then, who ever listens to their parents anyway? I know I sure didn't. Not because I thought they were old and wouldn't understand (they were in their early 30's at that time) but, because I didn't understand what was wrong with me or even if there was something wrong with me. I didn't have a clue.When I was about 15 years old, I decided I needed a job. I looked around and finally got a job working at a local restaurant. I did what most everyone who starts working in food service did; I.