Why are you staring at me?” she said with a darling Australian accent.“Oh, I’m so sorry. It’s just that you’re so pretty that I couldn’t t...ke my eyes off of you.”“Well, thank you.”“Isn’t that an Australian accent I hear?” I asked.“It is! Most people don’t recognize it. They usually think I’m British.”“Well, I recognize it because I lived in a Melbourne suburb for three years; even got my citizenship while there.”“Really? Why did you move to Australia?”“At the time I retired, I was married to a. She was a curvy blonde with an insatiable appetite for sex. Her morals weren't as loose as Kay's. She had no real interest in promiscuity or an open relationship, but she liked to fuck. After her last relationship had ended, she didn't seem to have any interest in dating or finding someone new. We didn't have much in common except mutual lust, but that seemed to be enough for Lacy. I had become her favorite way of relieving stress.Kay served the same function for me. There were times that she. She still would get the tickets. She asked me for my card and would call me later if she could make it happen. She must have really wanted to surprise her boyfriend because my phone rang within an hour with an appointment next Friday. I thanked Amber and said I would see her after our meeting to seal the deal.I walked into her office that Friday around eleven am. Amber saw me close the door and walk towards her desk. The look on her face was a cross between anxious and fearful. Anxious for the. He didn’t believe in formalities and everyone called him by his first name. All the girls in class vied for his attention while the males smoldered with jealousy. He was Emily’s first crush, and she flourished under his praise when she did well in class. She knew that she would never hold his attention with all the prettier girls in class but she put forth an extra effort to do well in the class so that he at least knew that she had a brain. One day at class her prayer had been answered, Mike.