Or so I thought. As I was putting away some papers and getting ready to call it a night, I heard the door open. “Mr. Christian?” the voice said, a...d immediately recognized it as Ashley. I looked up. “Oh, hi Ashley. What’s up?” “I couldn’t sleep”, she said, as she closed the door behind her. Damn, I thought, so close. But as I looked at her, my desire to avoid her diminished. How could I avoid this beautiful young woman? I found myself thinking. “Not sure if I can help with insomnia”, I joked,. The trip to the pool was uneventful, though we did hold hands all the way there. The trip back was the same. It kind of makes me giddy to hold his hand like that. Best of all, he doesn’t try to get free of the contact, like many guys might. The pool was not uneventful. As soon as they saw us, Jacob’s goons wanted to start trouble. Thankfully, they were warned off by staff. I was asked to talk to the manager before I was allowed to enter the pool, however. They just wanted to be sure that I was. "The door opened.John was dressed in a black polo and dark grey Bermuda shorts."Hi," she greeted. John was never home. He hung out with his friends all the time, to get away from the house. Leslie was the same way . . . Now, he was twenty and had his own home, making ends meet by working in construction."Hey . . ." He swung his door open for her to step inside. Once in, she twirled around to face him and took a deep breath . . . Johnathan Parker eyed Leslie from head to toe.She was so fucking. I thought she was having a convulsion.“What was that Avery?”“I just made myself cum?”“Cum?”“Yes it’s masturbating. I do it all the time don’t you?”I was embarrassed but admitted I don’t know what she was talking about.“No. I don’t know what you mean.”“I don’t have time to explain here. We have to get out before someone gets suspicious. Can I come to your place tonight? Tell your mom we have a project.”“Ok I will call Mom and tell her you are coming over for supper and to stay over. We can stop.