" He took hold of my shoulder in a brotherly way. "You're going nuts. A little bit of Rhonda will help settle you down and get the edge off." Or get a...case of fugacious genitalia," I said snidely.The argument began after he returned from the dictionary. It continued for most of the night. In the end, we compromised. He really needed me there as moral support, not because he was worried about my developing blue balls. He worried about that, too, but he was happy that I agree to come along. . it's just that when we were doing it ... God, I sounded like such a whore. My ears are still ringing from the filthy things that came out of my mouth. It was just so good I couldn't help myself. I've never done that before." Well, I loved it. And you're welcome to be a whore in my bed anytime. But I have to admit something. You were so fantastic I had to keep thinking of my third grade teacher Mrs. Hanson in order keep myself from climaxing to early. Mrs. Hanson was about eighty with so many. She sat in her office reviewing reports and feeling great relief after all this project had been very stressful and a great deal of work, but now she could take it easy her bosses said she and her team had done well and could expect bonuses for bringing the project in on time.She sat in her office loosened the bun in her blonde hair, took her shoes off and put her feet up on her desk, reading the last of the reports she had recieved that day.knowing everyone had gone home she thought for a. An intensity. Something twitchedin her vagina. She shot a meaningful look at the woman he came in with, who was watchingthe exchange while nonchalantly smoking a cigarette. Her green-eyed gaze didnot falter for a second though and Miranda nervously looked away again. "She requested that you join us." Oh, one of those couples, eh? Well, ifthat was what it took to get him for a while, Miranda thought she could takeher on as well. "Alright." She followed him to their table. She wanted him, even.