He initially tried to be coy and look away, but the more he resisted, the more openly I flashed him. His mouth was watering with every glimpse of my t...ighs in less than a week. Next I employed the "accidental" contact approach... slowly rubbing my tight little ass against his crotch in the elevator, brushing my breasts against his arm when I reached across his desk, and, of course, a little swish of my stockings against his leg while sitting next to him in meetings. One afternoon I decided it. ” “Sorry” I said quickly, thinking about my already sore bottom. “Like I said we need to discuss it. I was thinking someone should come and stay with you, to look after you and do all the things I do.” “What do you mean by all the things Mum?” “Washing, cleaning, shopping” then a gap, a deliberate one I reckoned because she added “discipline.” “Someone else scold and discipline me? Are you sure I need that Mum?” “What do you think? I knew of course. I am 38 years old but. . I... guess it's the maternal instinct, but if it is a baby, especially your baby, then that's how it is and I can't... won't... change it."The perplexed look on Chris's face deepened."I don't expect you to really understand, because you're not a woman. But, I have a life growing inside me and that's special. I always wanted a brother or sister for you, but careers and life in general got in the way. Now I have a second chance and if the baby is yours... well, that's not so bad. Do you. I had turned 10. We moved and there was no Saint anything school for us to attend.I remember it was a public school. The teaching methods were totally different.And where we had just started in on sentence structure at my old school, this school was way ahead in the book.I know I never did quite catch on to all the verb structures and nouns and predicates.Wow! I might have blocked some of this nonsense out also. I'm laughing because I know I could write a sentence; just don't ask me to point.