I was expecting a harsh demand, not a polite request. I don’t want to obey, but I remember that I have no choice. It seems like a simple enough requ...st to follow.Despite Bill’s courtesy, I know he will not tolerate disobedience. It’s not worth risking Bill walking out and sending me to prison.“Is this what you mean?” I reply feeling my long hair fall to my sides and my unbound breasts sway sensuously beneath me.“Perfect! The view from behind is outstanding. I am not so much a leg or breast man,. ‘You know, Miss Parker, I would feel weird if you had noticed before, but yes. And when you were lecturing us about prepositions, I used to imagine putting them up your skirt, inside your panties, and into your pussy until you screamed my name.’ His eyes told me that he wasn’t lying. I had always thought he was too studious, too much of a gentleman to think of me that way. I wasn’t sure what to say. I started to answer, but couldn’t finish my sentence: ‘Brandon…’ His smile was quick. ‘A little. As I sat totally still, I found myself caught in a hybrid of emotions, jealous of the confirmation she had a lover, yet at the same time turned on by her salacious words and my perception of what she was doing to herself, touching distance away. If only I could see through the solid screen. If only...Her breathing, just about audible above the air conditioning, came quicker, punctuated by little groans of pleasure. My God I'd dreamt of this moment yet my view was obscured by a great big screen.. Dixon,’ I said, ‘Is there anything I could do here that would get you to consider me for that assistant position?’ He just smiled and nodded. And the rest is history.”“No!” I protested. You can’t leave me hanging like that. I need the details; ALL the details!”“Really? Are you sure?”“Yes! Absolutely.”She laughed. “Well you dirty young man, if you want details then I’ll give you details, blow by blow, as it were.” We both laughed at that. Kat was a reader and loved those old English romances.