“Ex-boyfriend?” Mr. Brooks repeated. “Yes, we broke up a few months ago,” she answered. “Cherie saw that I was happy when we were together... but it broke her heart when we split up, and all I could do was cry. She took to comforting me, crawling into my bed, and holding me in her little arms, telling me not to worry.”“One night, she began to rub my genitals, I guess hoping it would make me happy again. I pushed her away, but she persisted, and I found myself getting aroused by my innocent. “I knew that the first time I heard her moan. I always knew her sexual energy and hoped she would find someone who could match that. You have no idea how happy it makes me knowing you both are having such a good time in bed.” She indeed looked happy.“I wonder where she got that sexual energy from,” I said with a naughty smirk. I was curious to know what she would say.“Who do you think she got it from?” She asked me with a teasing smile.I was ready with my answer. “I don’t know. You are her. I wish there was something I could do to help him. I’d love to clean his house, wash his clothes. But he is very insistent that I never get out of my bed unless he is here. I don’t know why he still thinks I will leave him. I would never, not now. Not anymore. I’m so lonely after he leaves. The room is dim and silent. There’s not much to do, no television, the curtains drawn. I look around the familiar room, my territory. I sleep. When I wake, I have to go to the bathroom again. He’s in the. She watched Aisha closely at first but the monotonyof cleaning her floors was too much for her and she went into the livingroom and sat down. That gave Aisha her chance and she very carefully startedlooking thuogh Sandras office she was cleaning at the time.She quietly looked though some of her files and sent some to herself andcopied them. Then continued to work. She had found what she needed and nowshe had to decide how best to confront this. Aisha wanted to have just alittle fun with.