"Yes ... I understand. You're attracted to me. You've already told me that several times. I believe you," she said looking directly at me. "I guess wh...t you really want to know is if I'm attracted to you. Isn't that what you mean?" Yeah ... that's exactly what I mean," I said with a sense of relief. At least it was now out in the open and I didn't have to keep beating around the bush.She must have seen my shoulders sag and the tension drain out of me because she had a big smile on her face and. I have been besieged all day with 'Were you working today, what time will you be in' and the like." The signup sheet you left here last night is now over four pages; there is also a second set of sheets that is requesting another seminar and it is six pages," he added."Ok, I'll take it from here," I said.I dealt with the line of girls one at a time. There was a group that asked if I could meet later at the field house, Homer was still set up over there and they wanted some pointers if I had the. "Damn, I bet she wants that for posts and that means digging post holes and cementing them. I'm sweating harder just thinking about that. We might have to renegotiate my wages. I didn't sign on for no damn digging. I'll bitch about being sexually coerced by that nice lookin' butt and big boobies, maybe even threaten a big law suit. Maybe get some extra fringe benefits. Yea, wait till she gets home." Looking around further in the shed, Spade finds a fishmouth cutter that makes for a neater. She sighed against his chest and they fell silent until she looked up at his face again. Her emerald flecked eyes suddenly lit up. ‘Do you want to know where the softest part of me is?’ she asked seriously. Then she drew his hand between her thighs. She didn’t press his fingers against her pussy lips as he expected, but just against that little hollow of tender skin right beside. ‘Right there,’ she sighed. ‘That’s the softest part of me. I want you to like it. To like me.’ ‘Jesus, Diva,’ he.