It was more than 'a moment'. I like filter coffee, and it takes time. Not much, but several minutes. I consider it worthwhile to wait for fresh coffee...So I sat, and when the treat appeared, savoured it."Magnificent, Hannah. Is there another cup of this coffee in the pot?" Yes, sir." Then I'd like it, please. And, Tiffany, I'd like you to bring a cup of tea, if you like, to the office. I need to have a word with you."There are two tall Windsor chairs in my study, with a small table between them.. She lounged on the sofa in such a way that I got occasional views of her pussy when she shifted her legs. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small strip that tapered down to a point as if leading one’s attention to her bare lips. From the peeks I got, I could tell she was wet and I could also smell her arousal so I went for bold and asked her how she planned on relieving all of that sexual tension she had. She looked at me and her face went red and she said that wasn’t any of my business.. He was home! And alone! And very concerned about my distress! AndVERY handsome and hunky from all that manual labor on his job.Maybe the day was improving.Mark invited me in and I began to cry. Tears were flying from myeyes, as it did in those old romance comic books, remember? Anyway,Mark hugged me to comfort me. He asked me to tell him what waswrong and I raised my head to tell him. But my eyes locked with hisclear blue eyes. And he was hugging me so nicely.Then. somehow, we were. I glared at mom and told her that Taylor probably wouldn’t want to do that.Taylor quickly interrupted, “I think that is a great idea.” Secretly I wanted to hug my mom for the suggestion.We left for the pizza place and had a nice time. I couldn’t believe I was on a date with her. When we finished, Taylor asked me if I wanted to go back to my place to watch TV. She said that she had promised me something else.I thought back to the kiss in the class room and figured she had forgotten. “That would.