”“My therapist is working on it with me, but not much progress yet. We’re just beginning the usual examination of childhood thing.”“So we’...l have to leave that unsolved and see what develops. When I left last night, I was going to ask the questions that were unsettling me. I didn’t give myself the chance, going off like that. Those questions overshadow everything. I can’t move on.”I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts.“I think I want to go back to the beginning of all this, and talk. The National Enquirer has a standing million dollar reward for any photo showing her in any sort of romantic embrace with a man, or any woman for that matter. The Weekly World News maintains she's in a love triangle with a space alien and Bat Boy, but those pics make even FARK photoshops look believable in comparison.I wondered if she was even more socially awkward than I am. Maybe this was just her way of wanting to ask me out on a date?Today however, she was certainly not in the mood for any. The door swung open, the janitor leaned in. ‘I waited until you were finished with your piece,’ he said. At least she thought that he was the janitor. He wore the tan work clothes with the college symbol on the left chest pocket that all the janitors wore. He had a vacuum cleaner in tow. A tool belt hung around his waist. What else could he have been but the janitor? There was something about this young man that did not fit the part. The janitors were older, grizzled men. They always appeared. She could see my fingers inside my cunt and she knew that I was touching myself in front of her…I let my eyes drop to her breasts and she smiled at me.“Closet he door and come here, Anita…” She whispered very softly.I took my fingers out of my pussy and walked back to closet he door.Then I stood in front of her. My sexy Boss parted her legs slightly and I moved between them. Her skirt slid even further up her legs and I could see her silky thong just showing. I moved a little further towards.