That was until last weekend. As with many of these encounters, I had been out drinking. When I returned home I sat on the sofa and checked my emails. ...er name sat looking at me in my inbox. The message simply read "how are you? Xx". My mind raced with thoughts of past liaisons and I was almost immediately hard. I noted that the email had initially been sent over an hour earlier and I doubted she would now see my response. Regardless I sent a reply:"Im great thanks. Nice to hear from you. Xx"It. Well, at least not in the way your dirty little mind is thinking. You know how I love to make you hate me, will you let me do that again tonight?”His words both excited and terrified me, but I was a long-lost cause and the moment he retracted his fingers from my throat I almost stumbled over my words trying to get them to him as fast as possible.”Yes Sir! How Sir?” Reaching behind him to grab the mysterious bag he’d been carrying throughout the night he answered me as he began emptying the. She noticed me and smiled, closing the notebook and taking the pick from her mouth. “Howdy, Mr. Holloway,” she said. “Hi there,” I said as I gestured to the seat next to her. “Mind if I sit?”She nodded and I sank down into it. “You know,” I said as I loaded an apple slice with peanut butter, “you don’t have to call me Mr. Holloway anymore. You can call me Sam.”“I know,” she said quietly, “it’s just hard to think of any of my teachers as anything but a teacher sometimes.” I nodded. “I get that,. ”Sarah Jane patted the bed next to her. “Sit down, Katherine, and tell me.”“Tell me about James Olsen, mother.”Sarah went pale. Her smile froze in shock. She appeared to have trouble breathing for a moment. Katherine was frightened until she saw her mother take a deep breath and get herself under control.“Where did you hear that name, darling?” Sarah’s voice was just above a whisper.“Grandfather said a man by that name came to see him down in Bristol. He said he was looking for you. He also.