’ I quickly put my t-shirt back on and let a long string of curses run its course through my mind. Rose started asking me questions but I shook my h...ad and she realized she would have no answers from me, at least not that day. I looked up at her and forced myself to smile, a crooked smile that felt too wide for anyone to find believable. ‘And… honestly, you’d be surprised how many girls there are who want to keep their t-shirt on when they’re having sex. If you don’t want to tell Sean why, just. The fuck and the suck?" she replied with a nervous giggle. Burt was silent. 'What was she getting at?' he asked himself. The idea of her using the four letter word didn't actually surprise him for she had never criticized him when he had used it in the passed and on a number of occasions, especially when he had been doing some maintenance, he had uttered it. There was also the one occasion in which she had used it. He had arrived to do some maintenance which he often did to assist her, she. She found an old trunk to sit on. It smelled all dusty and dank down there and her feet were cold from the hard floor.A mouse scurried out and ran over her foot. 'Oh my God!' she thought and almost fainted. 'Only a little mouse.'She waited it out for about half an hour then decided to see what was going on. She listened for awhile close to the door behind the racks of wine. It was very still and quiet behind the door. 'Well, it's now or never!' she thought and undid the latch. The door swung. Strangely although often not for Symon, his thoughts briefly went to one of the tedious work place conferences he was obliged to attend and the silly role playing feel good exercises some psychology major had dreamed up. One in particular where they were required to lay on the floor and relax and ‘Allow all the energy to flow from their bodies’ and imaging they were floating light as a feather before focusing on every part of their body from tip to toe. Symon’s thoughts then returned to his.