Then after a couple of days, if the clients approve, you could do as much as twenty to thirty hours a week.’ ‘How often does he pay?’ ‘Cash at...the end of each session. Of course, if you get up to twenty hours a week, he’d have to put you on the payroll for taxes and everything.’ ‘When can I start?’ I need money by the end of the week. She was absolutely beaming now, and I was 90% sure this was the girl Gene was looking for.’ ‘When do you get out of your last class?’ I questioned back. ‘I’m done. It looked like someone had been peeking around the corner at us and had just ducked back. It looked like my fantasy of getting caught with Steve was going to come true. But why would they hide? If it was one of the coaches, they should be screaming bloody murder. If it was a student, there should be whistling and finger-pointing. Who would peek-and-run?We dried off and I reluctantly got dressed when Steve did. We were sitting on a wooden bench in front of a row of lockers after putting our. By the end of the week, I was ready to go back to work. I had done every home repair and maintenance project I could think of and still couldn't keep myself busy enough. I worked hard to keep my mind off what had happened to me, but it was difficult to resist going over and over her words in my mind. We were nothing alike, she said. We were opposites and after a while she got tired of trying to find common ground."Hi, Andy, it's Ruth." Hello, Ruth. How are you?" Fine, thank you. Carla has gone. It feels so fucking good and I wrap my legs over your shoulders as you move down between my legs, my hands in your hair now, pulling you onto me as my pelvis lifts to meet your mouth. I feel your digits extend and curl inside me as you begin to stroke my sweetest spot while your mouth sucks in my clit and your tongue flicks and massages the sensitive tip. "Oh god, oh GOD!" I scream eyes closed, as my body stiffens, juices flooding your mouth. You push your hand hard against me, fingers still.