Cuz I know you’re under there.”Another honest answer. You can’t fool me from what I already know. You’re not the fuckin’ Michelin Man. I kno... what’s under there. And now I know what it sounds like sum also.“Oh my god. Two years away at college and you’ve lost your mind already.”Have I? Dare I repeat her own thoughts on the matter half the day earlier?“I didn’t know you could talk that way. It turns me on,” I offered.I could not be dissuaded from my mission. I’d been doing arithmetic and other. Almost four hours."It occurs to me that you've never had a tour of the house," I said as we started back."I've been to your house lots of times. I spent the night there in November." Yeah, but you've never had the official tour."Zoe gave me the you're-weird-look, but didn't put it into words.We walked to the house. Inside, I took her jacket and hung it up. "This would be the living room. Please not how clean the floor is, that would be because one of the Sims family knows how to use the. " I thought ya now I remember what it was that pissed me off about you, you like to bark out orders. I sat on the same couch she got fucked on the day before and just sitting there I was getting hard thinking how I was going to make her do the same and more to me. She came walking in the room wearing a pair of shorts but not too short and a mans t-skirt but no bra and her nipples were at high beam pushing out the cotton of the t-shirt and making me stay hard. She said to follow her and at the. ”“Oh ... wine ... sure ... thanks.”“Red or white.”“Uhhm ... red, I guess. Otherwise, it doesn’t matter.” Again, he was feeling awkward around his hostess. She had him off balance and he was scrambling mentally to catch up.She smiled at him, realizing he was not at all sophisticated or suave. That was good. She liked the idea that he wasn’t some guy who took her for granted and expected her to fall into his arms. But ... that could happen. He was so nice and sincere that she found him.