“I hope this serves as a lesson to you. Maybe if you would’ve listened to me and been nicer to me I wouldn’t have you do this, but because you ...ecide to be an asshole to me every time I ask you nicely to do something, then I’m going to embarrass you like this. You understand?”“Yeah.” I groaned.“What’s that?” She asked, apparently she didn't like my tone.“Yes, I get it.” I said a bit more nicer.“Are you embarrassed?” She asked.“Yeah.” I said “OK good. Now why are you embarrassed?” She. “Well, it’s a shame your not going to be around, There’s a few ideas we were discussing at the sponsor’s group that I was thinking of trying out. Still they’ll wait until you get back.” She smiled. I wasn’t reassured.I suppose I could pretend I was heartbroken. I wasn’t.Sunday February 20thSpent most of the day cleaning house. Jill was out. Sally, her mother, stopped by. I explained that Jill wasn’t around but she insisted on coming in to wait. I’m sure she could tell I was embarrassed but that. Secretly, she wished he would be bold enough to touch her bare skin, but he seemed quite content with the way things were going so far.Sally stared silently, trying to keep up with the plot, but found her mind wandering back to their all-too-brief make-out session before the movie started. She vividly remembered the tingling sensation of his touch, especially when he squeezed her breast, and secretly longed for him to touch her again that way.Subtly, Sally twisted in her seat, resting more of. We stopped at the den and she pointed at her husbands desk and I could see the papers laying on top. "Excuse me, but I have a busy day and need to take a shower, can you let your self out" she said. I smiled and said, "Sure, thanks for the help." I watched her go up the stairs to the second floor and quickly grabbed the papers and slid them into my briefcase. I went into there kitchen and was curious what my boss had in his fridge so I opened it and was pleasant surprised that there were six.