At least until he saw that smug smile on Robert's face as he sat on the couch watching him sweat.--The smug bastard probably bragged back when he went...through this thing. Now the show off has totally ruined Jonathan's fall back plans. Not that this was a bad thing either. His father was clear about Jonathan having unrestricted access to his trust fund once he had completed this thing. So he was as good as gone the first chance he got.--"Told you he was good. Maybe not as good as me but still a. Anyway just fantasies then one day late at night very drunk I sent her some pretty tame but flirty texts next day sober got the fear but she just laughed it off. We soon started flirting in office and I noticed she would come in make up and hair sharp, slightly shorter skirts and tops couple of times letting short little glimpses of cleavage or thigh nothing slutty but enough for me to notice. A few months later she resigned I told her she was having leaving do in pub and getting drunk, we did. “You may have to conduct close supervision with us.”“I didn’t mean anything sexual by my comment,” she defended.“Maybe I did,” Karen countered, taking Carla’s hand. “Do you like looking up my short hems and down my low tops?”“I can’t help but notice when you seem to flaunt yourself to me so easily.”“Maybe I’ve wondered what it would be like to make love with you. To see what your lovely shaped body looks like naked,” she boldly confessed.“It would be highly unethical for me to have a sexual. Not that it's ever such a shock when a 95 year old man dies. Uncle Buster, however, wasn't your typical old man. To hear my father tell it, he was a pretty normal, fairly shy and quiet guy before he was drafted into the army, years before I was born. After three years of war, though, he returned a changed man. But not like you'd normally expect. Many people come back from war on edge, shell shocked. But Buster was different. My father says that when Buster returned from the war, it was if he.