She screwed up, but I see no reason to destroy the woman or her family over it."He blinked slowly. "She could have gotten you killed." Perhaps. But I ...refer to save my vindictiveness for those directly responsible." Interesting. I'll give it some thought. Well, let's go interview the young woman, shall we?" He got to his feet."Let's. I've been working on something special just for her. It should be fun." I said, rising to my feet."Mr. Jones has been speculating on how you planned to deal with. You get laid, you go home and you forget their name!”“But . . .”“No, don’t tell me her name, especially not her last name and you better forget it as well. You might wind up working for her husband and believe me, meeting her at a unit function will not be pleasant if you think you were more than a convenient dick for a night.”I sat there, not sure what to say.“Look, you had fun, right? You got laid and she was probably a pretty damn good fuck, right?”“Yea!”“So remember the fuck but forget the. I know. My 16th birthday was in two days and I had grown a lot. I was taller than she was now, over 6 feet. We were still living in the same rundown apartment. When we got home that afternoon, she from work and I from school, we found that water had overflowed from a bathtub in the apartment above us. They had left the water on by accident and water had soaked part of our ceiling and the plaster and water had fallen down right on my bed. The mattress was soaked and there was no way I could. "Kat, what's..." She slid her hand farther down into his coveralls and gently grasped his now hardening manhood, cutting off his words. He put his arms around her and wiped his hands off on a rag, then threw the rag on the workbench. He let his hands drift over her back, and ass and kissed her, while she continued gently stroking his cock through his underwear.She gazed into his eyes. They wanted her. She wanted him. She grasped a little harder on his now erect cock, and backed up pulling him.