Sarah dropped down onto the bench exhausted. The ride seemed to catch up with her all at once. It seemed good to sit down. She leaned forward with her...elbows resting on the table. Clem returned with a cold glass of lemonade. What is your name young lady? He asked, sliding onto the bench opposite her with his drink. Sarah Wanewrite She offered with our hesitation. Leaning forward as she was, Sarah was quite close to Clem once he was seated. Clem was surprised she did not sit up and get a. “So, what’s the difference between the gamekeeper and the landlord?” she continued, and my eyes quickly scanned hers to see if she was really joking. She wasn’t. It was a genuine question – the genuine question of someone who genuinely didn’t know this vocabulary.“Where are you staying?” I asked, letting her off the hook.“The Hen House,” she said, gesturing to one of the new building down the drive. “We got in last night and I’m just exploring. Husband was up half the night cos he had to relax. She only had 10 minutes as her boyfriend knew when she got off work and would become suspicious if she took longer than that before coming home to the house they rented together. I waited impatiently and very aroused for her to show up. My dick jumped when I saw her SUV pull up next to my truck, I got out and sat in the passenger seat. We sat there for a short period without words, knowing us meeting like this was forbidden, immoral, unethical, and everything else that could send an already. The main thing left was decorating. It was one of the many things I had absolutely no talent for whatsoever. I decided to see if I could get either Alice or Rachael, or both, to give me some advice.Then I also needed to get back out to the school to pick up my drawings and the critique of them. I would like to know if I had any talent or not. If not I decided I would switch to welding. I figured I would look better in a welding helmet than the girl from flash dance, or maybe not.I pulled into.