Instead he stood just inside the doorway talking to squeaky voice and I could tell by his words, he was trying to get rid of her. I heard her say some...hing in a hushed voice about wanting to talk to him in private and my heart almost stopped when they both came inside the office and shut the door. I could hear him approach his desk and I scooted as far under as I could as he came around to sit. As soon as he was seated he glanced down and not only saw the scattered pens and pencils, he also. Now, this was a huge wedge. When I drove home that night all I could think of was what I had done. It was so wrong and yet it felt so fucking good the entire short time. I had rarely felt so fully satisfied. It was all I could think of for the next few days. And then, out of the blue, she called me. “we have to talk,” she said to me, and I didn’t have to ask what about. We agreed to meet at a coffee place near her house. As I drove to the coffee shop my heart was in my throat thinking she was. "She will, she has your emerald green eyes." The way she screamed when she was slapped by the midwife, she'll have a temper as well." Dear, all redheaded women have tempers. And for my son, he needs a woman like yourself. So use that temper to keep him in line. It took me years to tame my husband. He wasn't brought up around women with his mother dying from his birth.He wasn't used to a woman to turn him into a gentleman." Gentleman?" Alexis laughed. In her view, Billingsly was anything but. Clare’s eyes widened, and she stared hard at Becky, daring her to tell her that this was a joke. Instead, Becky started to move her whole hand instead of just her fingers, and I thought I would die from shame when the slapping, squelching sounds from under the table confirmed her words. Clare’s eyes widened, but then she leaned back in her chair, letting her robe fall open all the way, and I could see her nipples tighten. She was turned on by this! And I was too! Becky pushed her fingers all.