I could feel her moving her hips at the same time I was rocking her. I finished with her back and asked if she would turn over so I could continue the...massage. I had to excuse myself because I think I drank too much coffee before I came over. I had to go to the bathroom down the hallway and through the kitchen. I was saying to myself, Sharon must be still sleeping. The TV was off in the living room and shes not in the kitchen. My eyes were still blinded from the bright sunlight. It was possible. "Deflowered!" More like: I used Robert Prescott like a human dildo, just to get off. That wasn't nice. But it was satisfying, physically. And I REALLY needed that.I looked over at Prescott. He was still asleep in the middle of a thoroughly demolished bed. Somehow, I doubt he'd complain about how he was "used."Clothes. Somewhere there was my dobak. And my red lace underwear. I staggered around lifting things until I found them all. I stuffed my bra and panties under my TKD belt, then I tiptoed. Although still stunned, I began to calm down as the pain slowly dissipated. I started to sense the same stir I had experienced a few moments ago. It was as if I was coming all over again. It was hell raising. I seemed to be entering another world, another universe. She pulled back and looked at me then smiled.‘Did you like it?’ She asked candidly. ‘Would you like to go a step further?’‘How do you, I mean how can I do that?’I was completely lost for a moment. I didn’t really understand what she. We make people happy by giving them a job they are proud to have. We make productive workers by giving them the opportunity to ply the skills that few possess and so many appreciate. Don’t forget that,’ he told his son. ‘What we do is not about money and the bottom line. It’s about people and giving back what we’ve been so fortunate to have.’ Only, with third world labor rates, the skills that few possessed were lost in progress and automation. The quality that so many appreciated gave way to.