She shifted her weight from one side to the other nervously and pulled the robe in tighter as if someone was going to snatch it away from her. Through...the door she could hear his muffled voice speaking to the class. His familiar tone was steady and strong. She tried to focus on him and not the sounds of the students. Paintbrushes and pencils clicking together. Easels being placed on tripods. Wooden stools scratching across the linoleum floor. For a moment she felt like running. Turning around. She just sits there and stares off into the distance. She doesn’t talk to anyone,” Jack answered worried about Abby. The concern he felt was evident in his voice.“Is she working?” Melissa asked knowing that this was not the time to miss work. Companies were letting people go over the flimsiest excuse. People were getting rid of employees who had worked for years in order to hire family members. Stories were circulating about people getting fired for missing work because they attended a funeral.. I was pretty somber."Are you OK?" Lisa asked with concern."Ya, I'll be fine." I replied glumly."What's wrong?" she inquired."Nothing." I said."You shouldn't be too upset, that garage is the best in town, they'll have you car as good as new." she said trying to cheer me up. Sure, the car, not anything about my birthday.At home I grabbed a beer and sat down to watch some of the game before heading to bed. My phone went off with a message. An email from Lisa."It looked like you had a rough day. So. As I was drinking, she spoke from behind, “Now hurry up and strip.”. She was impatient. We went to her bedroom upstairs for some more privacy. I took a seat on the bed.She stood beside, and so desperate to see it. At this time, I got confused. I agreed because I thought she was joking. But now? I told her about this. She replied “Then I will do it. You just sit there.”. She kneeled before me and unzipped me. Slowly put her hand inside my boxer and took my small soft penis out. “Come on, fatten.