Your ass will thank you for it." She slapped her bat on her thigh threateningly.Fair point, I thought. Also, I felt a bit hypnotised by the situation,...so I pulled off my t-shirt. Erica whistled appreciatively, and pulled down my jeans. She smirked at the bulge in the front. I was just hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, contemplating the humiliation of being totally naked in front of my longtime friend when she said, "Actually, wait. I'll do the honours there."I obeyed instantly.. ”“Fancy a quick fuck then?”, he asked with a wry grin.“Had to go there, didn’t you! I said not much. So, any of those jobs sound any good?”“All of them”, he admitted. “Can I think about it?”I nodded. “If you take any of the jobs at Donington, there’s a flat you could use in the old coach house behind the hall. It might need some work, but it’s supposed to be alright.”“I wouldn’t know anyone up there”, he stated, flatly.“You didn’t know anyone at the garage either until you started. You’d be. "What do you say to the relatives of Mr Exe who is receiving emergency surgery for his injuries as we speak." this woman reported asked and shoved a microphone in me face."Bollocks, I thought he died," I said, "Now if you will excuse me Sandra and I got some shagging planned."Are you sure she's eighteen?" the stupid cow asked."Eighteen, more like thirty eight double D," I quipped."Oh John!" she quipped, "Isn't he funny, I'm Sandra," she added.It was all done and dusted, and all fucking. ‘Damn the girl was telling the truth,’ I said under my breath.I sat across from his desk as he fiddled around doing his coaching thing. We started to talk about sex and other shit. ‘Have you ever been with a Black guy before Becky?’ He said. ‘No but I want to.’ ‘Oh really, so do you have someone in mind?’ ‘Yes I do, I really want to get with you.’ ‘Is that so, well if we do get together we have to keep on the d-lo.’ ‘I can do that, I have no problem with that, because I don’t like people.