“Would you like to stay awhile? I’m in the mood for a talk.” She winked at him and then turned to go into the kitchen. He followed her there. �...What did you want to talk about?” He was still nervous about her catching him looking down her shirt. “Oh, this and that,” Tammy offered little. Josh just shrugged and returned to study. He had a test tomorrow. He stayed in the chair until the doorbell rang. The pizza had arrived. While they ate, Tammy asked about his homework. “Are you all done?” He. Shit, he would probably split her in two and she would bleed to death. Some fate, to be fucked to death by your only son.Throwing one leg over her, he sat on her stomach. As he sat on her, his gigantic prick jutted out and rested between her big pink breasts."Would you like a taste before I stick in your oven?" Fuck you, bastard," she rebuked him."Come on, Maureen," he teased her, "he wants you to give him a kiss." Fuck him, too," she growled."Now don't be a spoil sport," he grinned down at her. " For the next 30 minutes I was bombarded with his enthusiasm."Good, good," I said, trying to sound interested, "there's a post becoming vacant at our research centre in Sussex, if you're interested, it'll mean a promotion but a change of direction in your research" Oh yes, thank you sir," he said, I'll like that." Good, good, I'll put your name forward then; I suggest you wrap up all your work and archive everything and start on that new project of yours."After he had left I read his file. I'm not a Wild West gunslinger, I'm just trying to communicate with her without having to say 'let's fuck' out loud — that's for later. Sometimes she'll blink and turn away, and I'll know that I went too far or just struck out. Shit, most of the time they turn away. But that's life. Anyway, sometimes she'll hold my gaze, sort of like 'I get you but don't bother me, I'd rather go home to my vibrator' or some thought equally dismissive.But every once in a while she'll smile back at me, like 'oh,.