“And what is it that you do?” he asked, confident that he had passed her test. “I’m a writer, romance stuff mostly, but I do a little erotica...now and then,” she said, teasing her mother. “Erotica. Sounds interesting, I would like to read some of your work some time,” said Mark. “If you are serious you can read some now, I have a file in the limo with a few of my stories.” “It would be my pleasure.” He responded, and they headed for the door. Vanessa’s mother had an unpleasant look on. "It's nice to see a boy with half a brain," she said in somewhat hushedtones, trailing after him to their lab station. "The other kids in thisschool are so easy." They weren't like that in your old school?" Tyler asked. "Seems to memost high school kids thing with their crotch." You have no idea," she laughed. Her tone was completely different now,almost human. It was like she had turned off some switch inside herbrain. She still had a delightful waggle in her rear, but it seemed tobe mostly. After their second dinner and his awkwardness when he walked her to her car…she decided to take control. She called and invited him for coffee. While they shared coffee…she outlined the simple framework of an “arrangement”…She acknowledged his Friends first speech …and suggested it was time to get to the point…She outlined the things she needed a sugar daddy to take care of…a really modest list initially…and noted that there really was nothing she wouldn’t do in the bedroom for a man who. As for me, I also found an opportunity so we’re moving from Southern California to another state. Somewhere where the commute is less than twenty minutes, taxes are lower and things are less crowded.I know Karen is upset as she really likes John and will miss giving him a hard time about his not having a girlfriend. As for me, it looks like my fantasy will always stay that way. Still, in my mind’s eye, I can see his dark ass rising and falling between her legs as she enjoys him fucking her. Now.