“Rory, can I come in, son?” Jean called through his bedroom door as she gently tapped on it.“Yes... I guess so.” Rory's voice was not its usua... confident self. Jean tightened the towelling robe she had donned and pushed open the door.Rory was sitting propped up on his bed wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, and a typical teenager, his phone welded to his hand as his fingers flew over the keys.“Can we talk, son? I think we need to,” Jean said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside him.. What could I do but say I was sorry for something I had no clue was wrong. Jacking off while looking at her had seemed wrong, but agreeing to meet a...a...client without checking on Mrs. Wilson first really surprised me."I'm so sorry Mrs. Wilson. Do you want me to take the bus and go over to Mrs. Martin's house? I know the route. You could call her and ask if she still wants me. It's only about 8:30 now. I could be there before nine. She was silent for a while, then with a sigh said, "All. During that time we talked about how hot she was and that Jim could have her. I all ready had met my wife and we were planning on getting married one year after we finished college.As the day went on Karen told me how she knew I wanted her but that I was all ready committed so I let Jim date her. The conversation got hotter as she wondered about me too, even asking Jim how I looked in the shower after a game. All three of us laughed and I said, “a peak at those beautiful breasts would help a. I’m sure there are clothing stores that cater to aliens on the station, let’s go see if we can find you a jacket or something.”The great sunlamps that were embedded in the ceiling had been dimmed enough to mimic a city street at nightfall, but as the pair cleared the residential quarter and entered the tourist quarter, the walkway was bathed in colorful neon. The stores here were adorned with glowing signs and decorations designed to draw the eye of pedestrians, animated graphics, and holograms.