He grabs four beers and goes back to the game. I grab my drink and the last beer and head back.When I walk into the room, Keith is standing beside hi... chair. I hand him his beer as he looks at me, glares at me as if he is mad. "Selena, a word please", he suddenly says to me. I stand and follow Keith to a den within the condo. "Are you getting drunk?", he asks."I have never been drunk, so I don't know."Grunting, he leads me back to the game. "This is for you." One of the guys has poured. ” “You’re a terrible liar, Mr Mitchell,” I teased. “I wasn’t lying about the first bit,” he laughed, picking up his first sponge. “Well then you’re terrible liar,” I shot back. “And a lousy flatterer … OOOF!” He scored a direct hit with his first sponge. Sadly Mr Mitchell didn’t suffer the same lack of forethought as his students; he wasn’t trying to knock my head off with it, he just looped a lazy but accurate overarm throw straight at my face. “I beg your pardon, Jeannie,” he called out above. ‘Well, that’s their problem.’ I took Abby’s hand and leaned in close to her ear and whispered, ‘I believe there was mention of further payment. Do you want to dance for awhile or get right to it?’ She smiled took my hand and led us out of the ball room and up to a suite she’d reserved earlier. My Abby is a take charge kind of gal. ******************** I was my office on the following Sunday morning going over some paperwork and setting my schedule for the next week, actually I had my feet up. I had become distracted by the hot threesome and dual blowjob from the twins. I decided now was as good a time as any to broach the question of pregnancy.“I was wondering, should I be worried about getting you and the girls pregnant? I never asked Laura if she was on the pill. I assume she is, but I never asked. And what about my sisters? I’m just getting used to looking after myself, let alone a handful of little sprogs. I’m not sure I’m ready to be a father.”“Well, everyone is on the pill.