She leaned against it and looked flushed. She wore a pale blue top that had trumpeted sleeves and a low neckline. Of course that detail framed the lin... of cleavage exposed and I noticed further that her nipples were standing out against the material. I wondered if she was wearing a bra and at the same time mentally slapped myself for even considering that question. The shirt was tucked into tight jeans and boots encased her feet. Her hair was straight and loose. She looked at me, partially. You could get to know somebody without a bunch of preconceptions getting in the way. He'd started with the big personals sites-Eharmony, match.com, dating.com-but no luck. People saw accountant in the occupational field and moved on. Just like real life, in other words.So he'd moved on to smaller message boards and forums and didn't tell anyone what he did for a living. And whadaya know, he started getting messages. It was a watershed moment for Foster. How could he have lived so long without. Isn’t that keeping a secret?”Taylor smiled in frustration. “No, it’s just not wanting it to blow up in my face if I’m wrong, Quinn.”“Yeah, I certainly have been understanding what that feels like for the past… week,” I mumbled back, mostly to myself.Taylor just smiled back in response, sitting on her beanbag chair. I sat down next to it, sighing, both wanting to press on in the conversation and glad it was over. After a bit, Taylor smiled at me. “So, uh, should we get our books?”“Yeah,. I’d often watched or joined up to six men either in the cubicles or at the urinals late at night wanking, sucking and fucking. My preferred place was in the cubicle with two holes getting two holes filled!The car park had quite a few cars in it but I knew most of the occupants would have strolled down to the pier away from the secluded toilets and only those who wanted some fun would venture near the locally notorious block after nightfall.I made my way to the block as unobtrusively as.