”“It’s not that,” he says, dropping his hand down to the desk.“You wanted to talk,” Ashley says. She feels that joy in her taking a U-turn... “Let’s talk then.” She learns back in the chair and crosses one leg over the other, hands lying on her knee.“Well, there is you,” Anders spurts out.“What about me?”“You’re not supposed to be here. I haven’t seen you since that night at the Rolling Turtle,” he says, feeling a bit of frustration.“I’ve been here every day since,” she counters. “We have either. Just then the familiar naked body of Anna jumped on the bed and threw her arms around me, kissed me and then turned and kissed Chantelle full on the lips – Chantelle had certainly overcome her shyness, she immediately grabbed my beautiful lover and held her body against hers as the two young women kissed each other deeply.As they showed little sign of parting, I gave Chantelle a hard slap on the butt and she squeaked with pain as the two girls broke apart. “You two!” I said firmly, “Leave each. So I wrote a message for him. Basically it said shit like he knows how to treat a woman right, loves sex and knows how to make a woman reach total orgasm with anal sex. Something about taking it slow with anal but she'll love it and he wanted to just meet her in public because he knew it was challenging learning some new things but how he promised anal would change her world. That sort of shit. The guy agreed because he said he loved young woman and liked to treat them like sluts. Win-win. ‘Well, we’ll soon take care of that.’ She closed her notebook and went to her desk, taking off her lab coat as she made her way to her desk. She had on a sleek business suit, the color of the blouse matching her eyes, and her hair was up in a simple twist, held in place by two ornamental chop sticks. Her form fitting black skirt rode just above her knees. This woman, I thought, was definitely dressed to kill. Without saying much else, she proceeded to give me my daily injection of what I had.