Of course, technically that wasn't the case, but Vicky felt sure she could use that as the excuse to back out.For the rest of the drive home, Vicky wa... relieved, feeling as if a big weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Later, after a relaxing bath and some quality time with her favorite vibrator, she lay back in bed thinking she would call Stanley in the morning, and that would be that.An hour later, she still wasn't asleep, thinking about Bill and, yes, Jackie. Finally, she came to the. He laughed. I remember it sounded evil to me. I should have listened to my intuition."You don't remember me, do you?" he said.I told him no."You went out with my son years ago. I remember you. I watched him fuck you in our living room."That's when his last name clicked. I had dated a boy named Barry Tillman when I was sixteen or seventeen.It was very dark in the elevator. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, but I could feel Tillman's hot breath at my neck, and suddenly his hands grasped. We prepared as best we could but nothing prepared me for what was to come next. Sure enough at 8.30 0n the dot, she arrived in a smart business suit, a knee length skirt, black jacket, white blouse and her hair tied up in a tight bum. It was hard to tell but she appeared to be her late 40's but a good figure and reasonable attractive if it wasn't for her cold demeanor. I briefly introduced myself but see cut me off and walked straight into my office, sitting down behind my desk. She introduced. I hoped that I could change her mind and tried to be suave around her. I also knew that I don't look my age, so maybe she might make an exception for me. After a while, I started to realize that it wasn't going to happen and tried telling myself to think of myself as her uncle. I figured if I had that approach, I wouldn't want her so much and our relationship could get close without becoming romantic. It was my attempt to save my emotions from being hurt about not getting to date such a lovely.