The bar scene in my town sucks as well, just a bunch of aging, lonely housewives that only know how to talk about their teenage k**s and how well they...do in school. Sigh. I was about to cave in a join a dating website, or one of the many "fuck now, for free" websites. That is until Justine was hired.I came to work with a "case of the Mondays", and when our boss called for a staff meeting to introduce new hires, I thought, "great, another bunch of horny, money-chasing college graduates who don't. He looked down when Bluey said, “Master, I asked and Lord-Lightning replied that he would be delighted to meet you then. He realises that you need to concentrate on your studies right now and feels that his presence won’t be required until then.”“Master, he did say to keep an eye on the Lords and the Ants. He didn’t explain but his AI passed on the message that he thought you can sort out what’s going on without his interference since it is going to be your and Bette’s problem.”Gazza chuckled.. No one is going to hurt you. I’m here to help.”She swallowed and studied me with frightened eyes. “How can a psychiatrist help me? I’m not crazy!” She had another sudden thought. “Am I?” Her eyes got large with the idea, and she pleaded: “Am I crazy?”I sighed heavily. “I don’t think so. I believe you just ask crazy questions.” That didn’t seem to relieve her at all. “Tawny, I want you to do me a big favor, okay?” When she nodded, her curly head of hair took on a bouncing dynamic all its own. “I. “I don’t know” I replied “I’ll have to think about it”. I turned onto my side, my back towards Michael, hoping he would go back to sleep. I suddenly felt the covers lift off the bed behind me and Michael climbed into my bed. I could feel his body heat on me and then felt his hand smooth it’s way down the middle of my back. His finger traced it’s way between my arse cheeks and without much effort Michael found my sphincter. He must have wet his finger as he managed to tease my arse-hole.