"This was my sanctuary," I told her. "I could escape from them in here."The twin bed was in the same place as before I had moved out eight months ago....Nothing else was.One corner was full of whatever shit there was no other place for, all piled up, spilling onto the floor. The dresser was covered in books, magazines, laundry and who-knows-what. Along the wall there was a long table covered in computer parts, electronic gizmos, wires and whatever else it was my dad was playing with these. I want to see my patients.’ Keven nodded. ‘I think I do need to shower and change clothes. Let me get the dishes started and we’ll go.’ I was surprised he didn’t argue with me. I’d expected to have to browbeat him into letting me out of the house, much less anywhere near work. My hand picked up the notebook while he was doing the dishes before I really realized what it was doing and I had to force myself to push it across the table. My mind’s eye had all kinds of ideas of what it contained and. You may recall I warned of the dangers of transferring your capital to an offshore bank, and then having them deposit the monthly interest in our bank." She sniffed with righteous indignation. "Tax avoidance, although not a criminal offence, is a morally reprehensible and repugnant one, and were I not a Christian woman I would gloat that the bank, and those who used it to avoid paying tax, are now bankrupt and penniless."Christian woman or not, her demeanour suggested she was thoroughly. “N… no. It’s just a little embarrassing, that’s all,” I returned, using both of my hands to cover up my horniness. “You are aren’t you? C’mon, I won’t tell if you don’t. You're not shy, are you? The girls are all busy downstairs. I’ve noticed the way you look at me. You perv all over me. Would it help if I took my dress down for you? Showed you my tits?” I turned around. I was almost too aware of my gawking face. Not believing that his hot beauty wanted me to wank over her. I nodded, a pathetic.