I felt like I existed. "It's - uh -it's alright, Faye," I said, nervously chancing a slight touch of herarm. "You don't have to apologise for anything... I wasn't exactly thebest step son either. I mean, remember when I was nine, I washed yourrecord collection in boiling water?" Yes you certainly did!" Faye chortled, dabbing her tears with atissue. She was smiling now and it was most alien to me. "You melted mycopy of Saxophone Colossus, an original pressing that belonged to myfather!" I couldn't. Then i heard her saying my name. “Brian….. Brian !” I looked at Nico. “Oh i'm so sorry. I was thinking about something else” “Hehe I can see that” He said. “I was just telling my mom that you gonna stay here while i'm away” I nodded. “If it's not a problem for you Margret” “No not at all. Why would it be. We could go rent a movie or play some cards” I didn't expect her to do anything with me. But the thought of being with her while she was in pantyhose made me pretty excited. “Ehmm Yea sure”. As we were eating our lunch, I was constantly looking at the little girl and I have to admit, getting somewhat turned on by her, how could I not, as she really was the sweetest little “girly” girl in the world. My cock was very hard, as I imagined all the things I wanted to do to her. It was then that the idea came to me, “oh no, I couldn’t” I thought to myself “she is just too sweet and innocent, it wouldn’t be right” I knew full well however, that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself, I had to. ” They don’t use those words, but they make it clear that you, the customer, are not always right (even though that’s what you’re taught in many countries) and that there is no point in complaining.I’m not going to change things on my own, I know, but I will let them know I’m not happy. That’s why I was “marching” into this office.The guy at the desk said it wasn’t him and must have been his colleague who was off today: I could go and talk to Customer Service. So that’s what I did.In a side.