Is that what he wanted to talkabout? Threaten me with legal action? Maybe I should bring my lawyer." Ithought of Brad. I did have his card."Maybe just...go and talk to him. Try and be nice and explain you don'twant the limelight. If you talk about the next two books you want towrite he may back off. Otherwise I think you will have to do the presstour."Ten minutes later I was knocking on the office door of one Nigel Bloom.His office was in the far rear corner of the floor and the only one. Under his influence, though, I completed my school studies, earning several diverse Master's Degrees, in my favorite subjects, although I could have added on several more if I had put in a little more effort.Al had a hard enough time getting me to sit still long enough to do as much as he did get me to accomplish. I suppose this is the time I earned the reputation of a wastrel, party animal, playboy, which followed me throughout my adult life, but can you really expect a fifteen year old boy to. She was wearing a knee-length dress that hugged her body, but not too tightly. Just enough to flatter her graceful shape. Her breasts didn’t look large; Sam liked her pert tits, and instantly thought about how they would they jiggle when freed from the constrictions of her bra.Sam noticed that she had now closed her eyes and was clutching tightly a very skimpy pair of pink knickers.Sam studied her more closely, she had enigmatic smile lighting up her face and he wanted to know what she was. Me: And you usually what, mom?Mom: No, nothing, we sleep together. I felt protected that way.Me: That’s why you wanted me to sleep with you tonight?Mom: Yes, I can’t sleep if I’m too scared.Me: What’s that behind you?I said, surprised, looking behind her. She didn’t even look back. She grabbed me tightly and screamed hard! Her body was shaking. Our naked body was glued together, with our sweat and her tight grip around me.Her head was pressing against my chest. My cock was already hard and.