“Sandy, I need you here, in an hour. Before you go whining about finals, school, and how you’re always on call; just remember who’s the boss.”...��Come on, TJ. I’ve spent every day this week, there. Unless you’re going turn the damn thing on, I’ve got to study.”“I think that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”“No shit?! I’ll be there in twenty minutes!” she said.“No, make it an hour. I’ve got some stuff I’m working on.”“Ok, need me to bring anything?”“Just the standard box of Krispy Kreme’s.”“Done,. “I uh… um, okay!” I stuttered and finally succumbed. Although she her words were polite, her tone of voice actually didn’t leave any room for a refusal.After telling my secretary to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day I rushed out of the office to meet her, for some strange reason didn’t want to keep her waiting. The restaurant was an Italian wonder, it was nicely tucked away from the usual city buzz and quite a classy place too. I was chaperoned to her corner table by a formally. Monica was sitting on my bed with me again, but she was naked also. She was touching herself. She was beautiful. With her Joan Jett haircut and dark eyes, Monica had smallish breasts with pale nipples. She looked more like a girl. Another dark tattoo stood out from her light skin just above her shaved pussy. Her little bald, puffy pussy was cute. She tried to look so edgy but was a cute girl under that veneer.I asked her, “What are you doing?” Monica explained that she knew how to use a. Think, dammit. Remember. What color are her eyes, Bob? Come on Bob, she has two of them. Okay, I looked, they are green. Was that so hard? What is she doing to me? I may as well put a ‘sold’ sign on my head, because my brain is gone.’ Fiona had her eyes on her plate throughout most of dinner also. Bob Short was a nice guy. However, he was not her type of guy. He was too old, she liked younger man. He was too short, she liked tall men. He was too thin, she liked muscular men. He was too pushy.