After a few minutes the spell was broken by the abrupt sound of a mobile phone ringing. Becky jumped as though she had been stung by a bee, and scramb...ed to get at the phone in the pocket of her shorts. She answered it, listening to whoever it was that had phoned her, before she eventually stammered something into it in reply, saying that she had just stopped off to look at another job, and that she was on her way back. She hung up the call.“I’m so late!” she said, as she clumsily threw on her. I grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs to the bedroom. The stairs creaked as she made a comment about how clean everything was. We toured the upstairs then came to my bedroom. "So this is where the magic happens eh?" she said seductively. "Aha not as often as I would like." I responded. She ran her hand on my quilt and went for my nightstand reading the book titles on my desk. She asked if I read a lot and I said not as much as I'd like to. She spun around quickly and we were face to face.. He expected people to do things for him. He'd been brought up that way. Apparently dating the man was equivalent to signing up for employment. He was very generous with his money, but that was all. It translated into the bedroom as well. The first time I knelt between his knees and made him happy it was a great adventure, and I liked the idea of giving him a gift after spending the evening at the wedding. It wasn't until I realised that he expected the gift, and on a regular basis, that I had. I packed up, paid my bill and hauled ass.Because of my size, the convenient location of my house and the dearth of parking on the campus I elected to buy a bicycle. A gas-powered scooter would be nice but I wouldn't be able to park it at the bicycle racks. I hit several shops around town looking at options and collecting quotes. By the end of the day I had quite a few to choose from. One guy came up with what looked like an off-road bike with fat tires. I liked it. I bought it and a little.