.. have you considered my suggestion over the weekend?" Yes, sir. I like it a lot. And after yesterday, I think it's a particularly good idea."Zoe loo...ed at me, then her father, suspiciously. "Any chance you'll let us know what's going on here?" It's like this, darling," her father said. "Your mother and I talked about things and I had a word with Alex here. I know you were talking about marrying when you finished your 'A' levels. We wondered how you felt about bringing it forward to this. “Eight Twelves?”He paused, his mind felt blank and he pressed on determinedly.“Eight times ten? I need to fuck… EIGHT TIMES TEN? Eighty. Eight twos? The warm wet heat of her cunt as you impale it... EIGHT TWOS? Sixteen. Eighty and sixteen? The intense release of your sperm onto her body and the delicious warmth of your orgasm… EIGHTY AND SIXTEEN? Ninety-six. EIGHT TWELVES ARE NINETY-SIX! THANK FUCK!”Panting for air, fevered and hot, he slumped into the chair. Pressing on, he kept going as his. When the time came for her to seek work, although she had no real experience apart from the training courses, she got a number of offers.The one that she accepted was at the local medical clinic which she and her son had attended since he was a baby. Her work we might lump under the general description, "Receptionist," but there was more to it than that.In today's world medical practice is made increasingly complex, not through the advances in medical science alone, but by the demands of. She scooted up to the edge of the bed with me standing between her legs and rested her head on my stomach.I touched the top of her head in an awkward “there, there” pat.“You were always so nice to me, Jenny,” she said.Which made me feel bad, since the other teachers and I often badmouth her when she’s not there.“Everybody loves you,” she whined.Which was true, I thought.“You’re beautiful and you’re fun and you’re strict and you’re firm and…”Well, don’t stop there, I thought with a smile.I felt.