“Wipe it clean with your panties, my love,” I directed. Without another word, she swirled her wet panties around on the chair, then pushed them ba...k into her mouth where they belonged. The waiter returned with my card and receipt. “How was everything?” he inquired. “My dinner was superb, how was yours, my dear?” I asked. She blushed, and shook her head affirmatively, and tried to smile without showing off her panties behind her teeth. We strode back to the elevator slowly, as she tried to. "It's just because it a little cold in here," you tease.I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts ... it's warm in your room.We sit on the couch, drink our beers and just talk. Most of the conversation is work related, discussing how the job went, what remains to be done when we get back to the office, etc. When the beers are finished I take your face in my hands and just look at you. Your hazel eyes, your blonde hair, your smiling mouth. I'm so lucky to have you. We start kissing and making out like. In comes the Newbies, along with the reason that I was called up to H.R.Cynthia Arnold was a young, Twentysomething, that was an absolute Goddess. There wasn't a physical flaw on her. She was perfection, and she knew it. She walked around wearing high heels, and super short skirts with blouses that always show off her ample breasts. It was almost impossible to look this girl in the eyes. Even with her confident personality.She learned real quick, from the veterans, to come to me if she needed. "We were at the school fifteen minutes later and Debbie directed me to the school clinic. In my day it was called the nurse's office, but times had changed."I'm here to get my son," I told the woman who met me. "I'm Doug Hansen and Bill Hansen is my son." Yes, Mr. Hansen. Your son will be okay. I don't see any need to send him to the hospital. Before you go, I need to let you know that I'll be informing the school administration that his injuries were the result of a fight on school grounds..