“Because.”“Why did you call me?”“Because,” she giggled.I tutted, “Anne-Pierre…”She purred, “When I think of you, I become very aro...sed. I needed to have you.”“Really? Well, I am flattered.”Surrounded by the ephemera of posters and over-filled shelves, I caught our reflection in the dress mirror. She gestured to the open blinds that showed the dusk beyond. “Do you think anyone watches us English?”“Who knows, maybe.”“That arouses me a lot too.”My curiosity piqued, “It does? What else arouses. As I lean over by the side wall she seems to be trying to place me directly in front of her. I go along with it. She seems to be caressing my hand not sure where she is going with this but I make no attempted to fight this (that and I believe I may have fallen asleep in the lunchroom and I may be dreaming all this).I wish I had your confidences, is not so easy, God its been so long” she said once again I have no clue as to what is she referring to. Suddenly, she leans to me and gives me one. I have long been motivated for two things in my life, my success within business to which I have very comfortably made a few steps up the corporate ladder. Growing up in a less than privileged single parent household, and while my mother worked hard as a nurse, there was never quite enough for everything. I vowed to my mom then that I would retires her by the time I was 40. To which I can proudly state that my mom is living comfortably in Playacar Mexico.The other is in regards to my health.. It was silent while she breathed heavily, her cheeks burning with her confession. She had just admitted to wanting to have her rapists cock in her mouth…down her throat. Her eyes had been squeezed shut but when she opened them, she was startled to see his gleaming eyes so close to hers. A slice of moonlight cut sharply across his face, allowing her the barest glimpse of his features as he murmurred, Good. He pulled back before she could get a closer look at him. She was breathless and startled.