"Sorry, but I'm sure Trunk was doing the same thing I was — burning the image of you in those leathers into permanent memory." Are those throwing kn...ves?" Trunk asked, quick to change the course of the conversation."Yes they are, and I've been told I'm pretty good with them too." I answered."I've never considered them as an option before. They look like a custom set. Did you have them made for you?" No, someone else did and didn't live to collect them from the smith who made them, so I got them. Aside from a supplier for the wire, we found reliable suppliers for telegraph keys and insulators, as well as batteries and the acid for the batteries. When we got back to the Mint to see how things were going, there was a telegram from Dad saying that the Missouri legislature wholeheartedly accepted our plan, not that there had been a question in our minds.The unreliability of the current telegraph company was legendary. Since we weren’t applying for a contract to be the sole supplier of. . of course.” He tried to hide his embarrassment.“How about you?” I asked, smiling and trying to relax him. “Girlfriends? A guy like you must have them lining up.”My compliment caused his frown alter into an embarrassed smile with a blush. “Err ... No ... not yet Mrs Lavender.”“Well, at college you’ll have lots girls around.” I smiled, then glanced at the glass in my hand. “Oh, here’s your water.”I moved directly in front of him; so I had his attention and as I leaned over and put the glass. “Yes Sir, Thank you Sir.” He said again and I heard his chair move as he was standing up.I assume he was trying to shake his hand because I heard Mr. Gibson say, “Oh Fuck just get out.”“Thank you, Sir.” James said once again, and I heard him exit rapidly and the door closed behind him.“You naughty little Bitch.” He said as he gripped my head tightly and held me down on his cock.Right at that moment he came into my mouth in amounts that I did not.