. yeah."My thoughts wandered. What if Jenny thought I really could read her mind? What would she do for me? Oh, it was too wrong to think like that.I ...ouldn't help but think like that.Would she let me touch her tits? Would she give me a blowjob? What about even further like... ?"You're thinking about kissing me after school," I said."That's easy for you to read," she said. "I think about that all the time now."She did?The school bell rang giving us a one minute warning to get to our next. Later that evening, I said I could meet, asking just to talk. She agreed. We meet, talked, and I gave her $150. We hugged. A few days later another text from her, I gave her some ideas. After that nothing.Now, almost two years later I get a text. It is not from Carla, but from her daughter Carrie. She shared the same picture of her mom, and then a picture of herself, not nude but she looked like her mom’s twin. Carrie explained she and her mom had gone thru some serious things, like losing her. I look at the menu, and then look straight ahead. He is right in front of me. I try to look at him as a stranger, as a mere food service worker whose sole purpose is to take my order and swipe my debit card. But I look into those eyes and realize I cannot do so. Those were the first pair of eyes to look at me, and see me as beautiful. Those were the eyes that looked into mine, while the lips spoke, ‘I love you’. And those were the eyes, that I looked into, when I romantically removed my. "You have ten seconds to obey or I want you out of here." Judi had never heard him talk this way. She knew he could be dominant with his employees but she had never seen that side of him. She sat there as the seconds ticked by, considering her alternatives. There really were none, so with her head spinning, her hands slowly reached up to her boss's zipper and with shaking fingers, she began to pull it down. She saw the bulge in his pants begin to grow. The zipper's rasp, the clock on the wall.