It is somewhat different in style and a departure from what I usually do. But hey, I personally need to write this, I just have to get it off my chest... it is a sort of confession if you will. If you really don’t like it, just stop reading, click away and I will return to my normal style soon enough.I have been asked what made me start writing what are essentially short dirty stories, and in point of fact, I was having difficulty trying to remember myself. But, it came back to me; there was a. As he edged towards me, I saw a wink before he gave me an innocent hug before he began to whisper in my ear. ‘You’re safe, for now,’ he whispered. I kept my mouth shut as I saw a man enter into the house wearing a brown sweater with salt and pepper hair on his head and goatee. He was about my height and stood there before Samuel introduced him. ‘This is Professor London. He’s my Lit professor,’ he said before the professor interrupted. ‘Please, call me Evan. I doubt this will seem a formal. After somewhere around twenty, she lost count as it felt like her skin was on fire.Finally, he stopped and lifted his hand off her back.“Stay there, Violet. I’ll be right back.”She knew he was leaving her alone with her thoughts and they were not good thoughts. It was clear that she had been at fault. Impatience and selfishness had cost her dearly today. She never really wanted to speak but this time she wished she could express just how sorry she was and not just because she was punished. He. When he heard what we would need, he said he would have it installed in a jiffy.Jill, Mindy, Fun and I listened carefully to the bank lady then we all practiced doing a transaction. Not difficult but different from watching someone else do it. She taught us how to close out each day then had Fun and I sign all the papers.The landlord, Henry came into the store carrying a book and a large folder. "Here's your corporation papers and your federal I.D. number. I'll have the bookkeeper come by to.