I hopped in my car and noticed a blank index card on my passenger seat. I flipped it over and it had her name and number.I was hype, jumped in the car...cut the music up and started rolling. Proceeded to go home and prepare dinner. Around 7:30 I text the number to reintroduce myself. We exchanged information and agreed to keep in touch. This was a Sunday evening so I didn't want to push my luck. Over the week we text and talked a few times. She keep it 100 with me and told me what she was looking. . is you!"The tears trickled down her face and she looked at Sarah with such a look of despair that Sarah put her arm around her shoulder in an attempt at comforting her."I know that you're going to steal him away from me!" she whispered miserably."Oh no I'm not! I've got my own man – a man I love as much as you love Phil!"Sonia gave a hiccupping little sob. "I do love him ... very much!"And without warning she shrugged from under Sarah's arm and ran off down the driveway.Sarah stared after her. Next day when I went to office I found him dull and after everybody left, he apologized and I also felt sorry as he had taught me all works of computer accounts, general office etc and had extended so many helps. He was very kind to me always and I was in a dilemma of what to do. Again one day he squeezed by breasts and put his finger inside my curdier and massaged my pubic area on top of my underwear which I always wear, though I do not use brassieres, I was angry I did not protest and from. Aja reclined atop her bed, her back supported by pillows propped against the headboard. The lights were out but scented candles were burning on her nightstands. A portable radio softly played WNLX-FM. She was wearing a diaphanous white peignoir set -- a bra and G-string made of the sheerest white fabric and a mid-thigh-length robe with three-quarter sleeves made of the same material. Her hair was down instead of tied in her pony tail, and held with a white headband festooned with red stick-on.