.. I'm sorry if I wasted your time, but no." Come on!" Simon! For once in your life honor me! Plug into what I'm saying! No!" Huh? What's honor got to...do with anything? Come on!" Ha! Honor has to do with everything! And no, I'm not going in." Come on. You're twenty-one, right?" Actually, not yet. But that's not the point." What IS the point?" That I don't want to go in there. Please Simon, take me back." Come on!" Simon, read my lips! No!"Simon made a loud sound of exasperation. "Why are you. "But what? We know from the tape that we all have different professions. Did you ever go to Law school?" No," responded Trisha dejectedly, "Just plain boring accountancy, and I'm guessing Sammy here wasn't trying to flirt her way through Law school either. God I wish my boyfriend was here, he was always good at working out problems and clues." Is this the boyfriend that gave you your promotion?" queried Jade curtly."It wasn't like that really." Protested Trisha, "Me and Mark love each other, I. " What if I asked you to ... dump your coffee on the floor, and then use your sweater to clean it up?"Abbie looked at Jake, shrugged, and then poured her coffee on the floor. "Seems kind of a waste of time, coffee, and maybe even my sweater. But what the heck, I'll do it!" She unbuttoned her cardigan and then crawled on the floor to mop up the spilled coffee. "You know, no one has ever asked me do anything like this. It seems kind of pointless. Who would get pleasure out of asking something. His concentration wasn't broken until she sc****d her fingernails over the fabric of his underpants, stretched across his erect member. He took a quick look at her hand caressing his hard cock, then looked to her face. She said nothing, just passing him a warm, friendly smile; her other hand had now undone two buttons on her blouse such that Dave could see the lovely outline of a pretty, bra-clad breast."Is it safe in here ?" Dave was concerned about the possibility of being caught, quite.