Over breakfast, she told me her name was Violet and she was a biochemistry major. That was our longest conversation for several weeks. I filled in the...silences babbling away about nothing. Our relationship went on like that for over a month. The only variation was that if I were studying in my room after classes, she would come over and we would screw. We would eat dinner and screw before doing our homework. Sometimes she woke me more than once in the night to screw. Violet was only the second. "We have a very important client you're about to meet ... and this could easily make or break the deal we're negotiating if you're not," he said simply, though still very seriously. I remained silent of course, remembering his words, nodding my head solemnly this time by way of reassurance that I would be. Mainly ... because I already was. This time, he really did smile seeing my contrite expression, even going so far as to pat, rub the top of my head, and then my ass as though petting a dog.. Her son Mark, now in his 40`s, he knew lived with her, and his partner Sharon, a well-rounded sexual goddess, who he knew was bi-sexual, as he knew was Mary, the three sharing each other in every very equal and exciting way possible. Mary had lived here, firstly with her son some years before, in fact, since she had been widowed, though she admitted to him after about the first three years of them living together in this remote home, it had become an i****tuous liaison, and now, it had become. ”“She’s a sweet girl and I didn’t want her to feel as if I just used her and tossed her aside.”“You didn’t write anything down about her dating, or whatever.”“It’s hard to tell. They tend to go out in groups and she’s very circumspect about it, but that makes sense, if you think about it.”“Are you going to see your new Italian friend again?”“I suspect our paths will cross again, yes.”“And the little London girl?”I laughed, “She sent me a thank you note and mentioned she has a.