." I started."Well, I'm pushing my mid 30s and my clock's ticking. I want a kid before it's too late, but I don't have time for the bullshit of findin... love and happily ever after etc. I'm happy to raise a child on my own, and I don't want the nitty gritty of a partner getting in the way to worry about. I want my future focus to be on a kid, but I still want to climb the corporate career ladder like I have been."What a full-on statement, I thought to myself! I was gobsmacked by her honesty! Ah. Andrea hingegen kam wohl aus sehr einfachen Verhältnissen, war 18 Jahre alt, lebte noch bei ihren arbeitssuchenden, überfürsorglichen Eltern in einer kleinen 3-Zimmerwohnung und hatte laut Personalakte wenig sozialen Kontakt in der Firma und war eher scheu. Sie kleidete sich auch offenbar wenig altersgerecht, eher sehr bieder, altbackend. Dafür waren sowohl ihre schulischen Leistungen auf der Hauptschule, als auch die Ausbildungsergebnisse exzellent.Da beide ein hübsches Gesicht auf den. I reacted instantly, taking my hand away and turning to the other side, facing the wall. But I guess it was too late by then, I was spotted.The teacher kept the pile on the table and stood there for a few seconds, I could feel her eyes staring at my rear. It was one of those moments when you feel as if your penis inverts and goes inside. Then she started coming towards me. Those were the longest few seconds of my life. She came and stood next to me, I turned around looking at her trying to. I got to work on removing the old shower and she came in in Jeans and a t-shirt with wet hair. "You mind if I dry my hair?" She asked. I said help yourself as I was out of the way. We chatted as I worked and I was happy for the company. Stacy sat on the counter and I couldn't help but notice how much she looked like her daughter, just an older version. We talked about all sorts of things and as I was finishing up she lamented that she was actually jealous of Julie that she had a guy as nice and.