She had never been so candid with him. What the hell was going on? Had somebody put something in the water?Cynthia sat with her pencil poised over her...pad, looking at him with wide hazel eyes, waiting, giving the impression that she hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary.“Ready, Cynthia?“Ready, Mr. Reed.”He sighed and tried to collect his thoughts. “Relax, call me Gene.”“I can call you Gene, but I can’t relax in the office.” She giggled, a little coyly.He leaned back in his chair. “How do you. ??I see.??Now I have nowhere to stay, and all of my stuff is inside that flat.??And how exactly am I supposed to help you???I was kind of hoping you would let me stay here tonight. Until I can get things sorted out tomorrow.?She looked at him, sitting on her couch, his bluish eyes staring up at her in desperation. ?I don’t know, Adam. This wouldn’t exactly look good at work. A young man of twenty-one staying at the home of an older woman. One that also happens to be his supervisor.? ?Nobody. Clementine gave birth to a large boned baby boy that we called Adam sticking still with the “A” in naming our brood. Adam was a vociferous baby always signaling his need for a wet tit at all times of the day or night. Sometimes, the juicy Mrs. Mason would give him a nipple because even with twins she always had plenty to spare when poor Clementine was dry at night.Last, but not least, my Martha, the younger sister and by, far and away, the brightest was the new mom of a bouncing baby boy we. As she gets up gulping the load, the old man grabs her and pulls her on him and kisses her cheeks. They keep hugging like that for few seconds and the old man pushes his hands inside her t-shirt. She turns around to protect and says “Nooo Sir; not now, after I am married”. The old man, the big boss says ok and lets her go. He pulls his pant and goes to the washroom.Having recorded this on my Mobile, I was so happy because I was knowing that I have this bitch for me tonight; and she is virgin.