“Show them in,” the man said, as he rose from his chair and moved around to the front of the desk, as we four entered and the door closed behind u.... The man facing us was the Director of Operations for the Agency. The sign on his desk only said Tony, and we had heard Marge, the Administrator of the Training Facility, call him that on the phone. He was a tall man at about 5’-10’’, about 180 pounds or so, and maybe 45 years old. His hair was a medium brown and cut short while his eyes were a deep. All at once his lips were everywhere on her naked flesh, warmly licking the hardening tips of her nipples, tracing a path with the moistness of his tongue-tip between her proudly bulbing peak of feminine flesh.His hands coursed over the smoothness of her bare back and down over the lust-inciting swell of her shapely buttocks, as his finger probed deeply into the moist and hairless nether cleft and his thumbs hooked in the tight elastic strip of her bikini, pulling it down and over the full. “I really do mean it.” He put an arm around her and gently kissed her neck. The kiss caused her breath to pause and her mind to race. He had his head on her shoulder and caught her gaze in the mirror. “You really, think I am pretty?” “I always have, I just never knew how to say it before.” He put his other arm around her and gave her a little squeeze. He could hear her heart pounding away in her chest as she sat there his arms around her. She placed her arms over his, it felt good to be in his. Very few people were surprised when Amy and I started dating. I'd never been in a committed relationship before and it felt odd to be sleeping with only one person. It worked well for a few months, but my insistence on accepting clients over block breaks and her increasingly demanding dance schedule caused some tension.Just before the end of our sophomore year, Amy accepted a full-time position in a professional ballet company in New York. It was a peaceful breakup and we were mostly glad to.