She leaned more in to it. He kept making deep sounds in the back of his throat. "So, I'm pretty good with my hands, don't you agree?" she laughed."Yes..." he nodded, his voice muffled by the pillow, "but I'm still only gonna have you do paperwork."Arri smiled, "Well boss man, I suppose I'll be having to work extra hard then to prove I can play with the big boys."Out of nowhere he leaned to the side and threw her off. Before she knew it he was on top of her. He settled nicely between her legs.. I had allowed her to bring boyfriends home once she was old enough (so that I knew she was safe,) and knew she didn't care who knew what was going on in her room, having heard her bed squeek and bump late at night and hearing her and her lovers' grunts and moans. She would walk around the house in her underware or a towel fresh from the shower unabashed. She often went braless under both tight and loose fitting shirts, and would even go pantyless in a night shirt that didn't always cover. Was something wrong? ‘Are you sure you’re OK, Mrs. Fargo?’ he asked. ‘I’m…I’m fine, Bobby’ Amber replied. ‘I…it’s just that…’ What was she going to do, tell him he’d caught her naked? ‘Can I help you with anything?’ the young man inquired. ‘Ah…Bobby…please…um…just stay…ah…in the kitchen?’ Amber asked. ‘You sure you’re OK?’ Bobby asked again. ‘Bobby, I…I’m…I’m fine,’ Amber replied. She tried to sound firm. ‘Please, just do as I ask.’ ‘Sure, Mrs. Fargo,’ he said. ‘I’ll stay right here, in the. As I began to get better and he was still there as steady as ever, I think that was when I started to take him for granted. He was so solid, so unselfish; he became my rock and what do you do with a rock— you stand on it.We struggled along and made ends meet; Chris got more contracts and I did better than I expected. The firm asked me to go full time, which gave me another little boost and with me being out of the house Chris got much better at cooking.Six months into that arrangement the.