I said "that was for me, yours will come later if you're a good girl." I smoothed her dress down, stood her up, and then yanked her panties out of her...hand. "could you go get me a coffee, okay?" I requested. She glanced at me then quickly looked down starting to say, 'but.....' to which I interupted, "now, please & thankyou!". I then instructed that she was not to touch her legs in any fashion or cross her ankles while at the counter.I got in the car while Deb started walking across the parking. I followed Bruce into the living room, trying to reestablish contact with the linguistic center in my brain so I might say something intelligent. I wisely remained mute lest I babble or just make unintelligible sounds. Jim silently followed behind the rest of us.Bruce gave me an empty wine glass, and then presented me with a choice of a Chardonnay or a Merlot. I chose the white wine; afraid that if my hands started shaking I'd slosh red wines all over the furniture and carpeting. After he. Then I remembered that is what I had been doing when things got out of hand. She stood up, closed her book and walked past me out the door…she winked at me and smiled…a thrill went through me…what did she know? I was really nervous that she might know something but how could she?“Come in, Sherry,” he said. I got up and walked in, closing and locking the little office door as I did and stood beside him. I knew I was blushing and he took my hand, saying: “You look especially nice, Sherry.” . .treated him like an egg. The annoying part was that Tristan was a brilliant boy. He had actually graduated at the top of his class. It looked like naturally, the k** had a high IQ because he didn't strike Damon as the type of person who would go out of his way to study. He just had the brains but probably thought all he had to do was study and spend daddy's money.Oh and he did know how to spend the money. With his good looks, he could have any girl he wanted. Tristan was about 5'8" tall with.