He took his laptop off his desk, and replaced it with mine. He told me to take a seat, so I sat on his unmade bed. As he was tapping away, I stared at...his beautiful body. My cock began to stir in my pants. He turned around to face me.“I think I know how to sort it, but it might take a few minutes. There’s some beer in the fridge downstairs. Help yourself.” I thanked him, and made my way to the door, trying my hardest to hide my growing erection. I went down, and returned to his room with a. He studied it for several minutes before answering my enquiry."No, but I think you're close," he finally gave me his opinion. "It needs more emphasis here," as he pointed out several different features, "here, here, and here. Do you have this saved on your flash drive?" Umm, no, sir. Not yet." Go! Save everything you do," as my uncle handed me a small flash drive, "and guard that with your life. That's your personal portfolio, and the only thing that will let you pay the bills."I rushed back to. I woke at 11, I didn’t mean for that to happen, but too late for that now, still feeling tired I decided on a bath rather than a shower, didn’t need to use so much energy to take a bath. 5 minutes late I was in a hot, deep bath, relaxing back into the soap suds. I never heard him coming, no knock on the door, no window draught, no floorboard creaks. I opened my eyes, and Ian was there in my face, his eyes now dull red, not the blue they were when he left the night before. I stared back into his. He told me I shouldn’t play so hard to get, but I would just roll my eyes at him. I’m a short, overly tanned Hispanic girl with a way too big butt that causes me to jump up and down every morning when attempting to put jeans on. Marcus liked to call me out on my ass, oftentimes pinching it, slapping it, grabbing it and telling me that I should, ‘let him get a crack it’. I consistently had verbal artillery for Marcus, too. He learned the hard way that if he was going to pinch my ass, he was.