The beginning was all about her."Well, I gotta head across campus, guys. I'll see you both later." Bert hoisted his backpack and then gave us a mock s...lute as he turned and left the restaurant. He was enrolled in an upper-level Philosophy class, not because it was a requirement but really just because he'd enjoyed the Intro course so much. Sasha and I didn't have anything until Isakova's Econ class later in the afternoon.I watched him go and then turned my attention to Sasha. She was quiet,. It didn’t matter how he felt about it personally, though some of this costumers might be more than a little strange even to him, in those instances, he just liked to remind himself of the old adage that the customer is always right, since it was just business after all. Even after he got out of the service, Mark had wisely kept the site going as a convenient means of supplementing his income. Knowing how Mark felt about his decision to get out of the Army, one of the guys at work had shown him. I was so wrapped up in my building lust, I failed to notice the bed moving as he laid down beside me. I felt what I thought was Becky's hand as it went beneath the pillow to cup my right breast. "Let's say we get rid of this, shall we?" I heard him say as he removed the pillow I was using as a shield. I tried to object. I tried to pull my mouth away from Becky's, but, she held on to my head. Her tongue dancing with mine in such a way I did not want her to stop. She was smothering me, and, I. As we make our way to the house, we take turns extinguishing the candles along the walkway and the patio. Once inside, we extinguish those in the dining room, as well. The glow of the kitchen light is a beacon to us, and we move to that room. A bottle of brandy rests on the lazy-susan, along with two crystal tumblers and a large slice of blackberry pie. He pours a glass and hands it to me, then pulls out my seat. After we have both settled into our chairs, I take a drink of my brandy. My.