Did you hope to join her?’ I stood, picked up my recorder and put it in my bag and turned to leave. ‘That was how I felt when my Dad died.’ I tu...ned around again. ‘Turn your recorder on again.’ I did so but remained standing. 'If you really want to know about me, stay for dinner. We can have it up in my flat.’ Her flat was legendary, allegedly a huge penthouse above the magazine’s offices. Few were allowed to go there. I agreed and she stood and led me through the outer office to a lift in the. By this time, she had switched feet so her left thigh was blocking my view between her plump thighs. "Hey, why don't you go get us a couple of beers. It would be a nice way to relax," said Jenny finally breaking the silence.I went into the kitchen and did as I was asked. When I returned, I came up behind Jenny to give her the beer. Just as aproached her, she bent forward to reach her foot. As she did, her robe gapped open giving me an unobstructed view of her left breast. I gasped at the sight. I suggested he give me a call in the morning to see if we could hook up. My stomach was one big butterfly waiting in crazy anticipation for his call the next morning. When he called a little after 9am I was driving but couldn’t answer the phone fast enough. He told me he wasn’t busy that morning and I suggested we meet in a public place, just so we could put an eyeball on each other. I already knew I was going to invite him back to my house but it was on the checklist.We met about an hour. I left home a week ago. Home was in England, Devon. I left because things were too tough. I hated myself for giving up, but I needed to do what was best for me, it may be selfish, but I was looking out for me and only me. I left because of Paul, my abusive ex. I left because I missed my parents, and nothing could ever bring them back. I left because I kept dwelling on my past. Paul never used to be abusive. When we first started dating, he was such a good guy. And so great in bed, it was like.