I’m not a big fan of the media anyway, having watched them scavenge for any bit of story they can get, be it true or false, on some of my bigger cas...s. ‘Look, Ms Jenson,’ she said this with an exasperated tone in her high pitched voice, which made it all the more unpleasant, ‘it’s obvious to me something is going on here, and it would be a shame for you to hold back pertinent information due to wanting to keep your…ah, lifestyle choice a secret.’ I saw red. Who the hell was this little tabloid. She had had good enough grades to get a scholarship, and that, along with a part time job had financed a college degree. She had tutored other students, and done a few other things, so she didn't have to borrow any money to pay her way, and had graduated 5th in a class of 136. This was her 2nd job after graduating. The first job had turned out to have strings attached. The manager had called her in and explained that she had other duties expected of her as well. When he started explaining those. Ella went on to tell me that her grandpa helped her with the practical aspects but now she had to do a test but needed to finish her maths first which is a subject I am not very good at, we had a laugh about my lack of education and in general we were building up a good rapport, Ella was cute and subconsciously kept giving me flashes up her rather short skirt, damn she did have nice legs though, so smooth and creamy.“I do like your shorts Jez, they really suit you” she said as she finished her. The feeling of lovely smooth skin over solid muscle makes me feel giddy. I use my thumb and fingers to feel the width of the bicep. From tip of thumb to tip of index finger. My whole hand stretched out and still can't get round the width. Mmmmmmm yum! I run my palm over its vast smooth surface. I'm in heaven. I wrap my hand round your powerful fore arm stroking up and down the length. Your so much bigger than me. I make sure you can see my skinny wrists. I place them against your arms. The.