’ It was better than other things he could have said. Maybe it was like saying, ‘Your baby looks intelligent,’ instead of, ‘What an ugly kid.�...� ‘Ask him. He’ll tell you.’ ‘Can you tell me some stuff about him?’ ‘It depends on what you want to know.’ ‘He seems pretty smart. No, he seems very smart. He talked about some courses he skipped. And he seems to know about a lot of things. He helped me with my accounting. He says he helps you with your courses. How smart is this guy?’ ‘Well, Ashley, he’s. So, she firmly looked into George’s dark eyes and asked, “Why did you tell me - a stranger - something so private about Sasha and you? I mean that you are a Cuckold and a Dom?”George did not turn away to avoid Jennifer’s eyes. Unsmiling, he gave his reply. “To begin with, you and I are no longer strangers. I felt compelled to pick you up, drunk, fucked, and fucked-up, left like thrash on the hallway’s floor! And you gave yourself totally and unconditionally into my hands and uncertain care.. At the time I hadn’t realised just how much you would mean to me. I started to think of you more than her, and that fling was over. We chatted often, using AIM mostly. After a few months, we decided to speak on the phone. I remember how nervous you were. I remember how nervous I was… It was nerve-racking, but well worth it. Within minutes we had finished speaking, but that had broken the ice of that form of communication. I remember how proud I had felt after that first verbal contact. Soon. They'd won the game with Markham, but she hadn't played as great a part as she'd thought she would. Maybe she WAS too short.Mark came into the room for a beer. He glanced at her, then looked again carefully. "What you doing here, squirt?" Waiting for my muffin." Got a bun in the oven, huh?" he grinned."Ha, ha."He opened the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. He watched her surreptitiously, his eyes sliding over her breasts and her legs. She had a dynamite little figure, he thought. Why had he.