But lest you think I began working my Big Ben magic on her with the goal of adding a new virgin notch to my ever-expanding belt, that sort of the thin... was the very LAST thing on my mind. June was my friend, and my co-worker, and one of the very few women I’d ever met who knew of my reputation and didn’t let it affect her. Her friendship meant way more to me than any potential for conquest, and I went out of my way to treat her with kid gloves and make sure she understood I’d never do such a. "Wha... Why? Why are you calling me right now?" It's..." She paused for a moment and then she finally said the words. "It's your father, John. He's dead."My stepmother explained to me that my father had a heart attack earlier that night and by the time the ambulance had gotten to him, he was too far gone. There was a wake and funeral planned for later in the week and she very much wanted me to be there for them both.I made arrangements the next day with the college, informing them that I would. She was a very independent and understanding lady, she dint want Keshav to get affected by all the incidents and her crying because she felt it would disturb his studies.So I had tried consoling her at times and told her she could share her problems with me if she felt the need. I never had any dirty feelings for her but I always felt like I should helppeople in their bad times that was my nature. She often thanked me for being so caring and understanding about people.Once when Keshav had gone. The place was empty, which was good, because I didn’t feel like talking to anyone at the moment. I slouched back, took a long pull on my beer and let my mind wander. Not surprisingly, it wandered to lovely, lickable, fuckable Lucinda. God, how that girl could fuck. Images in my mind flashed from her on the table with seven men to her by the pool, looking lovely in her tiny white bikini. What a study in contrasts! As my wandered, and I pictured her happily at work once again, my cock began to.