A metaphorical sucker punch. As if the universe knew he was thinking about her, there stood Olivia. She was dressed in a baggy hoodie and slim jeans, ...er backpack was on the snow, and she was absentmindedly smoking some kind of joint, staring off into space. By the time Phil had regained his composure, she had noticed him.Phil wanted to be smooth, to reintroduce himself and try to mend any past drama they had, but none of that went according to plan. “You can’t smoke on school property,. I’m Peter.”“It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”I just wish I could meet you as me and still get that same smile out of you.“Okay.” He puts his hand on the counter and leans in. “Now that I bought you a drink, is it all right for me to call you my date for tonight?”Heat crawls up my cheeks as I involuntarily lean in, too, like I’m being pulled into orbit against my will. I quickly straighten my back and try to brush it off with a soft laugh. “Sure, why not?”Our twin drinks are placed in front of us,. "Hello?" He called as he came in, then, when he saw me, "Oh... Hello." with a broad toothy smile. He wasn't bad looking, but then--Christ--my judgement was somewhat influenced by my situation. He looked me up and down, what a fucking mess I was in. Still cum from Mr. Stephens, and spit from the chambermaid. Makeup smeared over my face from the chambermaid's bum. And a chain hanging between my nipples. An absolute mess. But I guess I was still something of a turn-on to the maintenance man. He. But it had always been a quick feel. Yesterday had been different. She had let Gerard seduce her, and touch her in places that were supposed to be reserved for her husband. Gerard had touched her under her skirt, had touch her bare thigh. Only Michael was supposed to touch her there. She had let Gerard touch her in those places. She even opened her legs for him.Even worst, Gerard had so turned her on. Her panties had been soaking. She wasn't supposed to let other men arouse her like that. That.