I went over and sat 
down on the couch beside my mother. She was nervously twirling her beautiful hair."Billy Joe your father and I have been talkin...," my mother explained. "I told your father about what happened a couple of weeks ago between you and I," she went on. I searched my fathers face for signs of anger, or disgust. Instead I saw sheepish grin. My mother slipped her arm around my shoulder. "It's ok honey," said my father "everyone has to learn somehow." "I told your father how. I'm afraid Steve has some quite nasty plans for you, Taco."I stared up at her -- him! -- horrified. I somehow sensed that she spoke the truth. I felt myself very attracted -- compellingly so! -- to this great huge brute of a male. "But why?" I asked."Because you ratted me out to Geri!" she hurled back at me with considerable vehemence. "You know how self-conscious I am about being in the spotlight, and how I've always refused your suggestions that I do an author's chat on FictionMania. What. She said that Mrs Hopwith had kindly offered to show me around (where, I wondered) and give me background notes to all the tenants.Confidently striding into the reception dead on nine, I spied her sitting in an easy chair. Smiling she got up and slowly walked towards me. “Welcome Mr Young,” Shaking my hand she added:” as we are going to be working together today, I think we should be on first name terms. Mine is Yvonne and yours is? “Robert I replied….fascinated. Talk about making the best. Even though my cock was jerking in my pants, I reached back up with both hands this time and ever so slowly pulled my fingers down through her hair. It was softer and silkier than I’d imagined and I could have spent an hour running my fingers through it.Then she sat up and said, "You love my hair, don't you?"“You have no idea.”Then she put her hand to my cheek and said, “You’re a really nice guy, Bill. Maybe we should have dinner some night and get to know each other better.”I was taken aback!.