I know that now. It must have been deepinside me - repressed - just waiting for a trigger to open it up. He wasthat trigger.But he is not gay. He c...n never love me the way that I need to be lovedby him. He wants to please me. I am not just his boss. He wantssomething of all the skills that I have. The truth is that he will neverbe a great chef, but he could be a very good one. But I cannot tell himthat. I just cannot afford to lose him. I can never blurt out the way Ifeel. He would. It sent jolts through her, the cold liquid causing her nipple to stiffen more, she gasps and smiles to herself, dropping the bucket to the floor and sucking the spoon clean, she rubs the ice cream over her nipple, twisting, teasing and flicking at it, moaning deeply, then a second thought comes to her. Lifting her legs up into the air she grabs her panties and slips them off, the crotch sticking to the moist lips of her pussy she throws them across the room, grabbing the ice cream bucket again,. One guy living with four incredibly hot party girls? The dream. I always saw it in their eyes when they found out. The envy when they learned who I lived with. Without fail, they joked about wanting to switch places. To live my life for a week or three. I would always give them a polite chuckle, mentally rolling my eyes and wondering what they would think if I offered to take that offer. Once upon a time, I too thought I would be living the dream. A private harem at my fingertips.Reality had. Aida just stared at her like she was the sheriff coming to evict her. I could feel the jealousy welling up inside her."Do we have a problem here?" Anna asked me."It seems like Aida may have one," I replied. "But she can either get over it or get out. And to quote Rhett Butler's famous line, 'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!'" Why is she here? Is she with you?" Anna asked."Yeah. And she panicked last night when we did the icebreaker," I thought to Anna. Then I quickly shared all the.