You can see my businesses, and you can interview me as I supervise and train my employees.”“Sounds like a plan.”“Since I believe in honesty, I...will admit to you that this is a test. I need somebody of your background. If you write a full and honest article, I will hire you to write a few articles. If it works out, it could turn into a full-time gig that I think you will enjoy.”“And just what would a 15-year-old boy need of a journalism major?”“Show up Saturday for lunch and find out.”She writes. “What are these things you are talking about?” she inquired shyly. “That’s what I ate and drank this evening.” “Oh, I can’t tell you the exact formula, I’m not allowed.” I fell silent. “Do you want to touch me?” she asked in an innocent manner. “To touch you? But you are a dream.” “As I already told you, I’m not an ordinary dream.” I reached out, then touched her hand. It appeared absolutely real. My jaw dropped with surprise and subsequently the cushion got slobbered a little. . I could see her blond pubic hairs and her pussy. I got so turned on I put my right hand into my pants pocket and jerked myself off, unloading cum into my underwear. I thought I held a “poker” face but at the end of the class Mrs. Jones called me over to her desk. I could smell the odor of cum, as I walked over to see what she wanted, and when I got to her desk I think she could too. She said to me, “Are you okay because your face got a little flushed a little while ago.” I answered, “Yes I’m. "Now show me your swim." I dived into the water and attempted to showhow good I was at swimming; she was not impressed.I was exhausted when I was escorted from the swimming pool but I stillnoticed my surroundings as she escorted me back to my room.Chapter 30 Realisation and ConsequencesSitting in my room after my evening meal one evening after a hard daysexercising with my trainer I started to think about Adriana, My Mumand the KGB guy that had started my unwanted adventure, I found to.