I'd say he does and soon if he tries to feed people for long on what he fed me. Otherwise he will be out of business." He would hire me, you think?" A...most certain, I'd say." I guess I'd better go see him. What's he like?" He's short, balding, walks with a limp from an accident. Comes from West Texas. He likes people and they like him and runs the diner so he can have people around to talk to. He can't cook either." Will you introduce me?"Sarah looked over Gimpy's menu before asking for the. It was easy to see that he had intoned his introduction over the course of many years, possibly decades. I tried to tune out the formless droning, my eyes following a little fly that had landed on my desk. I yawned. Glancing over the syllabus that he had just passed out, I could also see that he probably hadn't attended any workshops recently. It was probably the same regurgitated form that he been using since about the Second World War.Glancing around the room, I noticed the usual batch of. "Seriously?" "Yeah, you've got me so wet and I've wanted to for ages so...," I blushed. "All right," he said and used his hand to see how wet I was. "Fuck you're not lying," he joked. "Sorry," I murmured, quite embarrassed for how excited I was. "Oh sweetie, don't be sorry. It makes you so much sexier." His comment made my pussy throb. He grabbed my throat while flipping me on my knees. He guided his shaft to stroke my lower lips. His nails dragged down my back, leaving long red lines. The. For a moment she thought his anger might get the better of him; but it receded. "It's okay," he said. "I know you're busy. It hasn't been an easy few weeks for us." No," she said. She felt the fragility of the world under her. "It hasn't."There was silence for a moment. He studied her face. She drew breath and tried not to let fear take over her heart."So, what did you want to talk about," he said finally.How could he not see it! "Brandon, I... You've been busy, I've been busy, we haven't... We.