She gave him an impudent smile. He grinned, took her hand and led her into the lounge. He sat in the middle seat of the three-seater sofa as she dropp...d her handbag and kicked off her shoes. She draped herself across his lap. He flipped up her skirt then eased her knickers down to mid-thigh revealing the milk-chocolate brown skin of her deliciously curvy bottom. He stroked her bottom and upper thighs, paying particular attention to the sweet spot where buttock met thigh. She gave a little moan. There's an awkward silence as he stands there waiting for thecoffee to finish, unacknowledged by her. Once done he walks the pot overto her and fills her cup, then returns the pot to its place. Not quitesure what to do he folds his hands in front of him and stands there,waiting.She motions him over to her, then orders him to turn around facing awayfrom her. He feels a belt slipped around his waist at its smallest pointfollowed by the click of another padlock.Then he hears her say, "Hands behind. Five single-spaced pages later, Gloria was forcing the boy out the door, laughing as he begged for more and hopped on one foot, just as Dave had done. Vixen scanned through what she had, found it surprisingly stimulating, ran a spell check, saved to a disc and set that aside to print at the library. She went back to her painting, squeezing out a little black and some white so she could work on shadows.On Tuesday, the balding professor collected the scripts, made a pile on his desk, picked up. The father that stormed into the room an hour later had almost no similarities with the eraser-cutting, worried but gentle father from those few weeks ago. This was a raging papa bear type of a father, still worried, but with a great warrior from the past appearance, six and a half feet of masculine anger steaming ahead, his only thoughts on his son’s safety. I lifted my head up from resting it on the now exhaustedly sleeping Sam’s head. ‘Shhhh’ I whispered, ‘he’s asleep’. Seeing me sitting.