She let her brown eyes meet his blue, but only for a very brief moment.“Put your phone on mute.”She simply nodded as she dug her phone out. It was...as if she could feel his power, even though he was standing on the other side of the low coffee table.“Now. What should I do about you sleeping late all the time?"“I...I am not sure, sir,” she said, her voice hardly above a whisper.“Come on, you are, what, twenty?”“I am twenty-one.”“So you must have a suggestion to help you get out of this...awkward. 'I felt wrecked and ended up skipping work. I called in sick and sat on my couch flipping through channels on my TV throughout the entire day. It got dark and I felt scared. 'Annie, why aren't you back yet?' I thought. She should be back by now.I didn't want to be alone, but the idea of calling someone or going out scared me, but to my surprise, Phillip showed up at my door.I was confused when I looked out my peephole and saw his unmistakable appearance, tall, dark and handsome a complete. She moved her leg over my chest and sat on my face again in one swift motion. She pulled her head out of the hold and then her hand.”Great job, Sis.” I encouraged.”Can we do it a few more times, Terry? I want to get it down."”Ok, do you want to learn the bottom technique too?” ”Yeah, I just want to make sure I have this part right.””That was cool when you tried to push my leg away,” I told her, ”That may work if you're quick enough.”I reassured the bottom position and waited for her advance. I. Reassembles clothing, opens door and leaves. That's the basics.But there were plenty of details, and lots of things to measure: whether guys stood up or sat down, time on toilet, which items of clothing removed or adjusted before use, how much toilet paper used, ways people devised to do something resembling washing their hands, pads and tampons, "inappropriate items released into toilet", blah, blah, blah.Most of it was boring. Sometimes it was kind if icky, what with the varieties of Number.