No cake crumbs scattered across the floor. No beer cans sitting in puddles of their own spilt contents. No piles of clothes and towels on the sofa. No...empty wine bottle under the table. No wine bottle cork under the TV. No plastic plates and pizza crusts under the TV either. Just nothing. No mess what-so-ever! The place was totally cleaned up!Jared just rubbed his eyes in disbelief then looked down at his own body. He was in his own pajamas! Someone had cleaned him up while he slept and changed. "I was wondering what you were doing for lunch?" Brandon asked."Studying," I sighed without really meaning to, looking down at the open notebook in my lap."Sounds like you're not into it," he said lightly, almost teasing me."No. I'm not," I had to agree and I closed my notebook just I wouldn't have to look at it. "What are you doing?" Thinking about you." Is that right?" I cleared my throat. "I'm not sure if I like that or not." You're not sure if you want me to think about you?" He laughed.. I turned to look at Oliver and he smiled. My nipples went hard and I was instantly turned on. His hand slid up the hem of my dress and he rubbed across my thighs. Every so often his hand slid between my now spread legs and he caressed the insides of my thighs. Keeping composed was hard. I really wanted to spread my legs further and feel his hand in my knickers. After a minute or so of doing this, his fingers brushed across the lace of my panties and I jumped slightly in my seat. “Millie, are. Mine was just ‘ok’, Ted’s was something of a drunken bastard, and Liam’s dad was apparently Satan personified. Accordingly, he swears that he’ll never marry or knowingly procreate, to spare his own potential progeny a repetition of his own suffering.I like Liam, but we’re not besties or bosom pals, even though we’ve spent a fair amount of time together over the years. Usually at pointless family meetings. He’s got his share of issues with the world ... and some of his issues even have issues of.