Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t, but if he was, I decided I was going to torture him some more. After all, I was feeling saucy and confident, head ful... of endorphins and stuff.If he was looking, he would have seen me start stretching. Bending over and spreading my legs wide. My butt was sticking straight up at his window, and I was hardly wearing anything at all. I did a lunging stretch and reached my arms up feeling the warmth of the sunset. My long bare arms felt good in the cool air, moist. ” I am no longer living at home”. I informed them. They said, they would normally suspend me, but as I do not have any parent or guardian control they had no option. I was expelled on the spot. I was left with a huge dilemma; I needed to make some money or I was homeless in two weeks. I spoke to Stacy she told me “Talk to Tex as soon as you can”. I did about a week later while he was sitting alone at the kitchen table doing some paper work. As I was walking towards him he was looking at me. .and, we'll need to make sure that each of these variables-" My knuckles turned white as I gripped my desk and tried to not to react. "-are queried when we run test the reporting engine-" I tried to suppress my breathing as I became more and more paranoid that someone might hear something and turn around. Neither her hand nor her mouth missed a beat as she continued her slow even stroking. Every few strokes, a finger would brush the extra-sensitive underside of my head, adding more lubricant. It had been six months ago that my son had introduced me to the internet and the wonder of chat rooms, his comment at the time that if I wouldn't go out then I could surf instead had made us both laugh. And it had been fun, I'd 'talked' to people of all sorts from all over the world without leaving the sanctuary of my home and then, only a short month ago, I'd met 'Lover Boy', that being his handle. It was as though we'd clicked right off and we began to spend more and more time in private chat.