I blurted out what the fuck you never trim your pussy? That was the wrong thing to say, she bent over and pulled her panties up grabbed her jeans and ...aid FUCK YOU ASSHOLE and stormed to the front door and yelled at me to unlock the door so she could leave. In my mind I was saying ooppps I just pissed her off and then I was thinking she could get me for sexual harassment or who knows what. I let her out and she didnt say another word.Several days had past and she was not on my shift and I had. How could she know? Was it how I was standing? Was it the warmth glowing in my cheeks?“Well, come on, your breakfast is getting cold.”“Yes, Mother,” I said as I headed into the kitchen to where a small breakfast nook lay. There were two bowls of cream wheat, plain and unseasoned. It wasn’t that stuff made from instant. This was homemade. Healthy.I sat down, spooning up the white porridge, hoping it would help settle my stomach. Mother stared at me the entire time across the table, hardly. Jeff picked The Rose Tattoo again. What can I say? He liked the place. He insisted on paying. He was, after all, a working man."I'm making so much I won't even feel it," he argued."You're only working for the summer," I countered."Yes, but it's based on a really high salary." Well, young man, my trust fund compensates me amply, and it works while you're sleeping." That makes me feel like a kept man." Good," I said. "Just as long as you realize this obligates you to stay with me." The price of a. They sensed my presence and both turned around quickly. Robert withdrew his hands from my wife's tail and smiled as if nothing had happened.Robert picked up a six pack of Busch, off the counter, "We were just on our way back with the goodies," he said.Liz looked at me appearing a little frightened, obviously wondering about how much I had seen. I was frightened myself and did not let on to what I had witnessed.We all went into the living room, where Shawn and Nate were waiting. The beer and.