After an hour we stopped and Mrs Evans said to me.“Jonathan, what type of literature do you think these are, erotic or pornographic?”“Miss, I do...’t understand.”She then went on to explain the difference between erotic literature, where there is more of a story that builds up the tension and characters, where as pornographic is more “wham bam thank you mam”.“Oh come here I’ll show you.” She said and opened up a couple of websites and showed me examples of both types. The descriptions in both. With in a minute of asking who he is, she got a reply. “Oh Dean! That's the new guy. Totally over qualified but is loving working with us!”Madison's eyes widened. The new guy. Madison set down her phone and crossed her arms with a grin. She wanted to get to know 'Dean'. A few days past and she hadn't seen Dean around at work. It was hitting four o'clock and as Madison was getting ready to pack up and leave, her door clicked quietly. “Madison Breslin?” A deep hoarse voice questioned. Madison. They were a bit tipsy when they came in and while Jane was paying me and asking me how my night was, John Sr was blatantly staring at my tit’s the entire time. I’m used to flaunting them off but it was still a bit weird in front of his wife. She just excused him saying that boys were boys. She then had John Sr drive me home.I had to keep a straight face on the way back to avoid bursting out laughing. You see he started asking me the weirdest inane questions. About school, About my shirt. About. She then says: “how much will that be?” I ask her what she can afford? Again with the no money! I look her over and say: “maybe we can make a deal!” “what kind of deal do you mean?” i tell her i will do the work to get her unit running but she has to give up her booty! She looks at me shocked and says, “you want some of this old mexican pussy vato!” i tell her yes i do! She says deal.I get to work on her unit and get it working and then go to the front do to ask her to let me check it. I can.