Pendergrast drove us to Lisa's house. As we pulled into the driveway, we saw Mr. Walker's car."Fuck," Lisa said under her breath."What?" I forgot to c...ll them and tell them we were going to the hospital. He beat us home and won't be pleased with this." Well," I said, "it's my fault so I'll take the blame." What do you mean?" If I hadn't insisted on picking up my stuff, this wouldn't have happened."We walked into the house and were immediately accosted by Mr. Walker."Where were ... oh, my God!. Stroking her and slowly bringing her back down he waited. Before she was all the way down however he rolled off her, out of her and out of bed."Get back in here and finish what you started," she demanded."Oh, I intend to finish it but not that way," he smiled. Grabbing her legs he pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt down between them. Placing a leg over each shoulder he nuzzled into her pussy and began to lap up the juices she spewed from the session they had just completed. Giggling. Dentone? This is the women’s restroom.”He moved toward me, smiling warmly, “Please, call me Rob.” He was entirely too close; I had pressed myself against the wall to maintain some sort of distance. He closed the distance. “I’ve been thinking of the promotion you interviewed for yesterday. I’ve got a proposition for you as a condition to you getting the job.”I blinked at him, “What do you mean, proposition?”“You’ve got quite lovely assets, Victoria. I’m a hands on sort of guy,” he set the beer. Oral, both ways. Anal, sometimes. And vaginal, well that was guaranteed. But maybe this afternoon the act itself wasn't that important, just a necessary part of their game.And then she keeps me there on the promise that we still haven't talked. And guess what? Peter comes home early!It all fits!By now I was home, and I chose to make myself a cup of tea before I go and shower. Even as I'm making it, and as I'm drinking it, I start to search for alternative solutions.Well, the obvious one, I.