I met a physics graduate in my senior year and found myself at odds with my feelings. He was a good man. He wasn't much to look at, nice eyes, dressed...like his mother had told him, quiet unless he was with his science friends. I know I didn't love him, but neither was I afraid of him. And for me that was a solid gold key to my cunt. Henry loved my cunt! He fell head over heels in love with me a few minutes before he began fucking it. I was getting too old to pick up high school boys, and by no. Of how close I had been to coming by the time I’d pulled into my drive way. Of how my car smelled of sex and of the wet spot I’d left on the seat.“I haven’t come, Vio-““Miss Violet,” she interrupted. “I want you to call me Miss Violet, or just Miss, from now on. Understood?”It took me a moment to realize she couldn’t see my slow nod, so I responded, my voice soft and subdued.“Yes, Miss.”“Good girl,” she cooed. “You’ve been playing with that pretty little pussy of yours, though.”It wasn’t a. Tony commented that we must have been getting it at near cost.The Michigan group had returned home, after careful deliberations for director I had chosen Lemuel Hickman. We were still picking the best we could find, but our arrangement with the agency made the choice even more challenging.With the fifteen we had already trained plus the fifteen from DHS, we had a start on the 100 needed employees. East Coast was going to start on installation of our camera system the day after Thanksgiving.. I worked on the Aston Martin every day, Lisa next to me from the moment I was at Ryan’s house till the time I left. Even when Ryan came to the Inn with his friends, Lisa would come with him, sit at the bar till they left. All the time I would tell her. “Go around Hertfordshire; there is a lot of history to learn about the area.” When she wasn’t with me, she would read or help her uncle around the house.On Sundays, we would always do something together. She would insist that we go with my bike,.