He thinks you look verypretty and he's so looking forward to having you help out at home." He thinks I'm pretty?" He thinks you're adorable and you kn...w the trouble he's had finding justthe right woman to take care of his home. It's going to be perfect.Jeremy and I can both go to work and you can take care of the house. Howdoes that sound? No more stressful commuting and office politics for youto worry about."Peter thought it sounded okay. He hated commuting, never really liked allthat. Once at home, I'll be stripped and he'll get to do whathe needs to do to work out the stress of his day. And later…. I'm supposed to type this up as a reminder of why I'm his toy. I belong tohim and he gets to treat his toys the way he wants to. And that is what I am;his Geek toy, his slut to be used when he needs a release from stress of aworkday. He was in a mood when he got off the bus. I could tell. His eyes looked notat my face but my neck when he got into the car, checking to see that I. “It doesn’t really,” Jessica replied, “but you do have to admit you DO intentionally flirt and you’re VERY good at it.”“I do, but that doesn’t absolve the girls from their responsibility for their actions. Or are you going down the Bethany route - I’m so experienced, so good-looking, so erudite, so expert at flirting, that I’m abusing the girls simply by giving them what they ask for?”“No,” Jessica replied, “though I could probably concoct a scenario where that was the case. And I wouldn’t go. We made each other laugh, made each other think, basked in each other’s company. It was wonderful just to be together. And I loved the way she looked at me—as if to say “This is right.” Finally, the talk took an awkward pause. I looked in her eyes. She looked in mine. We kissed for the first time. It was awkward, casual, and sweet, more like two shy adolescences than serious adults. Still, it ended too quickly. “Stand up,” I said. She hesitated, clearly unsure of what I meant or.