" I don't know, I've never had it before." A small smile formed on her mouth, then she added "I'm only eighteen." Susan smiled and said "Well your old...enough, in my opinion." she filled the glass. By the end of dinner, Lisa felt a little tipsy, but she didn't say anything about it, nor did she decline the next couple of glasses. After dinner, Lisa and Susan sat on the sofa. Susan told Lisa about running her massage parlor, and spoke of her marrage she had gotten out of the year before. Then. It’s Nancy who comes right out of left field asking Addison what we all want to know. “Addison, is it true you’re a lesbian?” She asks as though it’s no big deal. I think my mouth drops to the floor. “Nancy!” I hiss at her, appalled she would ask that. It’s not that I didn't want to know, I do. I just can’t believe she asked like that. “Come on, we all want to know, stop Jenna,” she giggles at me, making me blush. “It’s no big deal,” Addison declares, “I don’t mind being asked, it’s better. My husband is also not there as he went to Sabarimala so I am fully free. I: ok bring two teas now. With that, I sort of dismissed her but when she turned to leave my eyes were once again glued to her fantastic ass swaying sexily on the way back. We had tea and discussed our strategy for two hours. After that, My partner left to the factory site and I stayed in the office. I really didn’t have anything to do. I was just looking at the area from my third floor full-length glass wall. I saw. I rose from my desk and walked to meet her, shake her hand, take her windbreaker and hold a chair for her at a small table in the back. She had a firm, dry handshake and a pleasant smile and seemed genuinely happy to see me. I caught the faint scent of perfume that I liked, Jasmine perhaps. I have expectations of relationships with parents based on the relationship I have with their child. Marcia was a good kid and I had told Marcia that, regularly. Telling kids how well they’re doing is far.