She'd occupied my mind and I'd wrestled with the morality of contacting her. She was just so young. Yet the power of my attraction couldn't be ignored... A mental contract with myself to just have her as a friend in my life, nothing more, released me enough to find her cell phone number and call her. Talking to her on the phone brought visions of pale red hair, soft brown eyes, freckles and dimples and a bright wit. Just talking to her had brought a smile to my face. Very few people were capable. . I've had to work late and im keeping myself busy. Oblivious to the world im sitting on the floor sorting through files from the filing cabinet. You enter and i have my back to you. You ask if i can help you with some problems your having. I say sure and turn around. There you stand with nothing but a pair of heels on. You put a leg over my shoulder so your standing over me and say "I need help with getting what i want. Can you help me??" My eyes are slowly going up your thighs and i say. “You like sucking cock don’t you?” I asked, stepping closer to her.“I guess so.” She blushed.I walked around her and stopped at her side. I placed my palm on the small of her back and slid it down over her ass. “Have you ever let anyone fuck you in the ass?” I asked as I slid my fingertip across her asshole.“No.” she moaned. I let my fingertip linger there and I applied a little bit of pressure.“Did you ever want to get fucked in the ass?”“Not…” she hesitated. “Not really.” She was silent. It was decided thatwith her short hair, if she wore a big boy style of glasses and used somemakeup to give herself freckles that she could pass for a boy. Her bigproblem was that she didn't move like a boy. Learning to walk like a boywasn't too hard, but to learn to run like a boy was a bit more difficult. She also had to stop doing the typically girlish mannerisms she haddeveloped all her life.I had talks with Vinny and Stephanie on occasion. Vinny stopped cussingand no one even noticed. .