If that Yankee bitch thought she was going too make a few grand from holding my company a week, she was nuts. I was pretty sure Jen could stop the sal... of 'At Your Service'. The question became, if Lucas didn't get it, who did."Good Morning Archer, Jen tells me I have some decisions to make." I said it on the phone while waiting for my breakfast. I did have a cup of pretty foul restaurant coffee in front of me at the time."Yes we have been sitting around waiting for you to show up. Where did. Her mother was a darker brown skinned woman, so she surmised that the one ?gift? that she did get from her father was her caramel skin tone.It always amazed her that most people considered ?proud black women? to be those angry militant crazed black women. She was not that kind of ?sista.? She was educated with a Master’s degree from Yale and she loved her job as a marketing VP with a top fortune 500 company. She made a six figure salary, lived in the suburbs and lived quite comfortably. Her. She smelled good, fresh, clean.“Genes,” said without looking at me.“Levis, really?” I replied blankly, opening up my bag. “Skinny ones?”“Ha ha,” she said. “DNA, you know, those little squiggly helix things.”“Right, squiggly things. Yours squiggle pretty good.”“I know. Way it is; you play what you’re dealt. Good hand.”“You’re new, right? How do you like our school?”“OK, what’s the phrase, run of the mill? I got here late last winter, early March, last marking period I guess.”“Really, didn’t see. Suddenly i placed my hands on her waist to help her to come down. While doing so, she started saying, please rinku stop this, this is not right, i’m married i dont want to cheat my hubby. But when she was saying this, her hands were not protesting. I sensed that i’m turning her down. I said seema, u r so sexy & pushed her to the wall, locked her hands with mine on the wall, with my legs i separated her legs and pressed my dick on her thigh & made her to sense my dick. Meanwhile, i started.