Um, the rubbing your pussy for total strangers for money part? "You know, after we said we were going home for the night, and I went to the peephole p...ace, and... uh, you did too." That wasn't me," she said.Now, you have to admit that was kind of a weird thing to say. If she really hadn't been there, she would have said "What are you talking about?" But saying "That wasn't me" meant she knew what I was talking about, which meant-- what, multiple personalities? "I don't get it," I said,. Staring at the ceiling and wondering how I let this happen. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shouted.I sat back up and tied the belt of my robe. This was serious. I could be fired, or worse, I could go to jail. Thinking it through, I realized that after I closed the page, there would be no proof. But, who needs proof, all they have to do is accuse you of something like this and you're guilty. Should I call him? Should I drive over to his house? That would only make it worse. ”Fuck,” I whispered, ”I have. In the evening, he ate in the same place was before, a local restaurant.He liked the people there, warm and friendly! They were talking anddrinking their local beer. He left about 3 am. Again, no taxis,unfortunately, outside they had a major rain storm. So, Ken ran all theway to the hotel. He was soaked!So, he went to bed, he thought before he when to sleep, if he will haveanother dream like yesterday! Well, he did! He was the Queen likeyesterday. She was talking to her son, the Crown. " Oh," I teased. "An older woman. How exciting. How much older?" About eight years older. It doesn't seem like that much now. But it's a bigger deal when you're only twenty. Also, Liz was a professor. She'd been my professor at one point." Sexy!," I said. I patted the couch next to me. "Come here. Tell me more. So she wasn't your professor at the time?"Wendy came over to the couch."No," she said. "But, I was her T.A. So I guess she was my boss. But it wasn't like she manipulated me or anything..