Maybe throwing myself 110% into my job as a way of getting over Marsha hadn’t been the best option – though it had been a far better idea than hid...ng inside a bottle or a constant procession of one-night-stands.It was now just gone eight; I called Mel on the burner cell, asked her if it was convenient to talk, and we spent the next ninety minutes learning even more about each other and our views on the world. Plenty of humor on both ends of the line. Yup, she was absolutely my sort of person. I. So, you’re going to have to instill this shield into the walls, ceiling, floor, windows and door.”I frowned. “I guess I understand the ceiling, but the floor too?”“You know why sound doesn’t travel in space?” he asked.“Because it’s a vacuum,” I answered almost automatically even though I was confused by what his question had to do with my lack of understanding. “Sound waves commonly travel through the particles that make up the air we breathe.”“Right,” he said. “And sound travels very well. The kiss was really hot and made me shift gears rapidly from being all business to being all something else. At her suggestion, we tumbled into my bedroom and made love. She was hot, energetic, and expressive. I hadn’t recalled what an expert at dirty talk she was, but then Megan shared many of those same skills. I also logged that I had again serviced a mother-daughter team.After our tryst, we showered and redressed. Only then did we get down to business. I showed her the presentation on. He slowly and lightly massaged my feet making small talk as he did so. Eventually I felt his hands begin to move under my pants legs and he rubbed on my shins.Mmmm, that feels really nice. Hey, if you want I can go lock the door if it would make you more comfortable? he asked. I nodded in agreement. He came back and sat down scooting closer to me now. If you want to, you can take your jeans off. I dont mean get naked, or anything, but you could leave your tights on if you wanted to? he said. So.