" You mean, to help me do my schoolwork?" Jan, seriously? You're running a long string of 'A's'. You don't really NEED me for schoolwork any more."I g...ess I looked sad."No, no, no, sweetness," he said. "I just told you that I relish having you here every day. Somebody to drag around with me on weekends..." Watch Friday night movies?" We'd done that a couple of times. Grandma gets a chance to go on a date. I don't date. I have Dan who will happily sit with me and watch movies at home. Or take me. The elevator door opened. He stumbled in, with her right behind him. She punched her floor number. The doors closed. They locked eyes on the way up. It was a silent moment. He had a vague sense of what was happening to him. Her eyes burned into him with some kind of hidden purpose.She was starting to know exactly what would be happening to him.Elevator door opens. He is marched quietly down the dingey hallway. Sounds of drunken arguments and wild cries of people in sex filter out to them.Up to. Oi, stop standing about, dads been calling you for the past five minutes, lunch is ready I turned and there, hands on hips with her head on a slight angle was Sarah, in tight jeans I was surprised that they hadnt torn, then I realised, I was wearing my favourite skinny jeans, I wore them a fair bit because they were so comfortable, but with my hard-on they were slightly uncomfortable in their tightness, Sarah must have realised this because, I saw, her cheeks had a slight red tinge to them, the. They only knew they had had a fabulously arousing evening. Eventually we got back onto the main route and I drove towards home. I slipped a jazz CD into the player and the warm oil of Andy Sheppard's saxophone helped the girls begin to get back to their antics from the time before we were so rudely interrupted.I was really becoming impressed with Amy's dirty little mind. She was no longer an unwilling participant in our sexual adventure. I had tapped into a beautiful pool of ingenious ideas. On.