After all the stress of the day, between work, her car, and this stupid situation with Jake, his muscles were knotted and needed to relax. She picked ...p a chocolate brownie and brought it to her mouth, taking a slow bite, her eyes closing. Between work and getting ready for the night, she hadn't eaten dinner, thinking she'd get a bite out of it on the ship. Now her stomach growled at her, letting her know that she had to better feed herself regularly.Between sips of her wine, she finished her. There were three avenues of attack the dangerously ambitious ones took when they bumped their head on the ceiling.Challenging Michael's authority was a mistake; Rachel always sided with him. The option was not popular, but someone tried it every couple of years.The second avenue was corporate espionage to undermine Michael's position or to get a cushy position somewhere else. It had been the most lucrative option until my mother became Michael's assistant. Rachel was courteous about firing. She then stood up came near me and started posing like a model. She bent towards me and her breast were few centimeters away from my face . I could feel her breath on my face . Then she turned around sticked her ass out and just sat on my lap for a few seconds. I was in heaven at that time my dick was out of control, I was breathing heavily . She then stood up from my lap sat on her sofa and started laughing seeing my face all red. I then said I wanted to use the washroom and went to the. That didn't still her fears that I could drop out of passion for her; I had noticed the small comments toward pretty and youthful girls at church each week. Or the shy questions about her added, and uncontrollable, weight about her ass and hips. And then there was Mr. Duncan politely suggesting I should marry - and mother sobbing into her pillow at the news... again after meeting my 'Lolita' bride.Even with all that history between us, and mother in her forties, she could be counted the most.