Jennifer had come into A.J.'s office, locked his office door, and then she proceeded to come over and sit in his lap in the chair there behind his des.... She'd known by now after she and A.J. had fucked several times what she could reasonably get away with around A.J. and what might still be a bit presumptuous. She knew that sitting on A.J.'s lap would result in a big hardon and that he'd quickly be fucking her if she'd give him half a chance. Jennifer had never been more correct. A.J. loved. Robert was happy enough to have something strange and even a little dramatic just to take his mind off of her. Between the work-out he’d gotten moving his stuff back into the apartment and the new mystery girl, he could successfully go for almost twenty seconds without thinking of his ex. In the corner of the room, strategically placed behind the open closet door, was all that remained of her in the apartment, a box of things she’d evidently deemed unworthy of shipping. Four year relationship?. He started to caress one of her breasts. ‘We love each other, don’t we? Why can’t we get married if we want to?’ ‘Uh…’ Lois stammered. She found the young man’s caress very distracting. ‘What…what would your parents say? And…uh…well…we, uh, even if we do get married, we…we can’t have children. Don’t you want children?’ ‘I don’t care about any of that, about what my parents think, or about kids, I want you,’ he replied. His maddeniningly delightful caresses continued. ‘None of that other stuff. ‘Becs? Are you okay?’ Carla asked. ‘Becca?’ Her heart was in her mouth, the lurch of apprehension was so strong she felt almost like she’d been winded. Could it be? ‘Huh? Sorry, I think I just saw someone I know.’ ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’ Carla replied looking in the direction Rebecca was staring in and casting an appreciative glance at the man standing by the motorbike. ‘Yeah, something like that. I…’ she replied slowly, ‘Guys,’ she said carefully, never taking her eyes off the man.