"She's embarrassed about it." Wow!" sighed Mallory. "Maybe that's why I did it. Maybe it's in our genes."Bob smiled inwardly. Mal was definitely Lucy'... daughter. They looked alike and thought alike, too."She said the same thing, but we decided that wasn't the case," he said, gently."So what does this mean?" asked Randy, ever practical."It means that she understands how the two of you can feel attracted to each other. And how Sam and I can feel attracted, too." What I meant was what's going to. Janice was the one who broke up our conversation by saying that she needed to drive me home while she was still reasonably alert. I am sure that my disappointment showed, but I did not argue with her.There was no hanky-panky while she was driving. It was a both-hands-on-the-wheel, businesslike drive, and we arrived at my boarding house without problems. One of the high points of the evening was when Janice kissed me goodnight on the lips. No tongue was involved from either side, but it was. All that desire was now turned to disgust. I just burstinto tears and ran away.But it was too late to undo things. We were already in possession of thehuge warehouse that we had leased on the nearby industrial estate, and newstock was on the way in.We were both hurting but he did his best to avoid me, and I did my best toshow that I did not care. We sent emails to one another, even though wehad adjoining offices. But somehow, I knew that he could not get me outof his system.Then a few weeks. And stood there naked. I had no clue what the hell to do. I mean, seriously, this girl was fucking amazing looking. Young. Cute. And looked so goddamn innocent. I hadn't even thought about making a move. Until her hands grazed my stomach, and my underwear wound up on the floor. And that's all it took.I walked up to Miranda, put my arms around her, pulled her against me, and felt my hard dick slide gently between her legs. She gasped. I backed up. Or tried to. She pulled me back and.