.”“Then it would’ve happened a week from now or whenever we decided to tell him, this was unavoidable Rita, the only good thing is we can get th... hard part outta the way now,” I said.“We haven’t even told him the full truth yet, about everything else,” Aunt Lisa said.“No, don’t tell him that, none of you, he doesn’t need to know about that at all.”“You don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m YOUR mother, or did you forget that?” mom asked.“He doesn’t need to know about that mom, ever. All he. He is older and married. It isn’t right. Besides nothing career wise happened to me. I decided I am going to tell him that I don’t want to do this anymore. I had it all worked out just in case he did talk to me. By 8:00 many of the people had already left. I was about to go myself. Mr. D’Angelo walked up to me and said “Hi how are you doing?” I said, “I am doing ok”.“I have to talk to you about a possible promotion”, he offered.I wasn’t prepared for that, “a promotion?”“Yes, but we need to. " What are you on about?"She struggled ineffectually in my grip, and gradually calmed down."I feel such a bloody idiot. I trusted you, but you're just as bad as Harry bastard Ledbetter." She started crying, and I wrapped my arms around her and drew her trembling body close to mine.God, I had missed the feel of her, the fragrance of her. I buried my face in her hair, she had used a lemon scented shampoo, and the smell ignited a fierce desire in my groin as I recalled our lemon curd smearing. Curious, I peeked in.Brenda, completely nude, her back to me, was busy at the computer. From time to time, she would stop and stare at the screen, and I could tell from her posture that she wasn't happy. She used the computer mouse, and I could see text being highlighted and deleted, and then she started typing again. Willie tugged me back into the hall and silently closed the door. I turned to her and started to speak a question, but she put her palm against my lips, stood on tiptoe, and.