Yes, I caught him taking the stuff. He walked through the door without attempting to pay.” “Well done, I will take it from here.” and he marched...out of the room. She turned to me. “Give me your wallet”. I handed it over. She studied the contents. ‘I see you don´t live too far away from here. So it would be fairly embarrassing for you when the local papers get wind of this,’ she said with a sneer. She sat at her desk exuding dominance and sexuality. I could see down her cleavage. It revealed. " It was as if the all Jill's worries had been taken from her; she looked up at me with a confident air. "She'll either accept it, or pack her bags. As you say, she is an adult, but until she acts like one she'll get treated as a child whilst she is under this roof." Her mind was made up and the answer to her recalcitrant daughter lay with me. My cock jerked in anticipation of upending that young brat. "Come back around six o'clock," Jill said. "I will have given Becky her ultimatum by then.. There was one weekend he remembered distinctly where Casablanca was playing at the Orpheum … complete with rising Wurlitzer and cute ice-cream boys with bow–ties. It was playing on a Sunday afternoon and that Wednesday morning as they lay in bed idly masturbating each other before facing their own day’s respective crises: ‘Let’s go to the movies on Sunday — we can make a whole day of it. We can have an early lunch at that café nearby and then go to the Orpheum where Casablanca is playing at 1pm. . yeah I was. I locked the door behind me and was on my way.As I walked closer to the coffee shop I saw who I was hoping ... HOPING was Brent through the window. He was about 6’2”. Holy shit. Silvery grey hair. A pair of rimless glasses. Collared shirt. A tie. Wow. Just ... wow. He looked up and saw me approaching and smiled. It was Brent. Alone at a table.I walked up to him and smiled, holding out my hand. “Hello Brent!” I beamed. He took my hand and kissed it. “Hello Lainey”. “Zoey” I.