”“I’m sorry,” apologised Tom, in perfect English, “Jim spoke our language so well, I assumed you were both from the same part Belgium as...well.”I shook his proffered hand “No, I’m from Yorkshire,” I told him, “I thought Jim was too.”Jim smiled, “My father was Yorkshire. My mother, Flanders.” he explained.Like myself Elise was perched on the bar stool. Her party outfit was more elaborate than mine but nothing that would impede Jim’s access. She moved her legs and Jim stepped. He knew of two possible reasons they might, and Mr. Phillips at Choice seemed unlikely. "This is Marta, my fiancée." He knows me as Sadey. I know him as Phil. Maybe I should leave."With all the fortitude he could muster in the presence of the man who held his career in his hands, Joe stood tall and spouted, "No! If there's a problem, we leave together. Mr. Phillips, Phil, I know all too well about my future wife's past. And I'm aware of the caliber of her clientele, both her and Angelique. You. " Yes Dee, yes, yes, yes."My words must have been the trigger Lisa was waiting for. She reachedher climax almost as soon as I said them. Her grip on my fingers becameso tight it was painful. Her hand went from under my skirt to around mywaist where she clasped her shaking body hard into mine. Her hips wentinto spasm, giving several rapid thrusts accompanied by loud satisfiedmoans, then slow gentle rubbing as she cooed softly before the rapidthrusting started again.Lisa was spent. She let go of. They said that they visited friends but on the way back they had a flat tire. As a result, they missed the final.Professor Olesnicki agreed they could make up the final the next day. The guys were excited and relieved. They studied that night for the exam.The next day Professor Olesnicki placed them in separate rooms and gave them a test booklet. They quickly answered the first problem worth 5 points. Cool, they thought! Each one, in a separate room, thought this was going to be easy ... then.