Well 30 minutes went by and I walked passed her office and saw her gym bag next to her desk. We both looked at her gym bag and made eye contact, I gri...ned as she nodded her head with a little smile. I was so nervous. Later in the day we ran into each other in the break-room while I was getting coffee she asked me in a soft low voice "So did you like my car?" I replied and told her it was a great car I would have to run more errands in it more often. She then asked me "Did you like my gym bag. I loved you so much.One day you brought back a girlfriend. I figured you’d be getting busy in college but knowing for certain made it so much worse. I could hear you fucking through the walls, could hear the bedsprings straining and swaying, could hear you both trying to stifle the sounds of your sex as she moaned your name, Thomas, Tommy harder, faster, more, more, more. All I could think was that that should have been me in your bed. Me, feeling your head against my opening, poised to be my. " Sure. Well thank you ever so much for ringing, Mr Renfrew. If you see him this morning please tell him we'll be in this afternoon." I will indeed. Goodbye, Mr Woolstencroft." Shit!" muttered Ron to himself. "Poor lad. He's going to hate being in hospital with all those people and without his music. It's going to be a bugger when he gets home too. He won't mind being on his own but he'll need help with washing and going to the toilet and he'll also need a midday meal. I wonder if the health. She was still in her own way enamored of the handsomest of the knights, Sir Lawrence, but was circumspect in her behavior and protective of her reputation in the eventuality that he might possibly find her suitable for marital partnership. Sir Roland was sensitive of her feelings and accepting of the fact that he was far too advanced in years to be her consort in matters of the heart. Besides, there were plenty of joyful milkmaids with sturdy haunches ready to bring him solace on a cold.