Greg couldn't fault him for that; as a teenage boy, it was just his nature to want to show off his strength for the girls, especially their new guest....She glanced over and grinned at him from the dining room as he placed them in the hall. Then he came back over and sat down at the table."So are you hungry, Alya?" asked Greg. "We just ate, but we can always throw together another sandwich." No, Lissa and I picked up some lunch on the way over, but thanks anyway." Well then, let's just get these. .. aghast! But she wasn’t. It just felt good.Except for the fact that she had to pee. That was annoying.She moved her arm, which had somehow gotten across his waist. Had she hugged him? Her hand hit cloth and her attention was drawn there. Her natural urge to explore that, to determine what it was, made her fingers move on the cloth before she could stop them.His boxers. He was wearing his underwear. He wasn’t completely naked.Again her mind was assailed by doubt. Men didn’t do this. They. " It's more an executive rather than an administrative role," said Alex. "I don't need to monitor progress as closely as I used to."However, that was rarely the reason Alex ever stayed away from home in the late evening. It was mostly for social reasons. When he was still at Reuters-Fox this entailed a drink or two in the pubs around his old office. In his new job, he not only had to get familiar with new drinking companions but also with new drinking holes.His drinking companions no longer. . the little tramp deserved it all.She looked down at her ward and took a mental snapshot, and smiled.The man could not believe his luck.He adjusted the binoculars and found the focus to be just perfect now. Damn that window! He thought.He had prowled on his forty-five minute lunch break for nearly two weeks before finding the hole in the fence, and ultimately, the girls' school. What a gold mine! He licked his lips, and watched the scene unfold, trying to figure out who was who still, and what.