On our way back I kept looking at her body and my mind kept thinking how nice it would be to fuck her good.Once back in the office she went to doing w...at she was doing before and I went on with my work. Later that afternoon she came to my door again to see if there was anything she could do for me. At this time I had a pile of files to be filed away so I asked her is she could file them for me. As she started sorting them and then rearranging my file cabinet so it was more organized I started. Rita taught me to swim in it. But you were rarely there, always at work, either at the office or in your study. That’s why it took me a while to think where I knew you from.”Helen gave Maureen the car keys. Maureen rushed off to retrieve her handbag. I ordered drinks for Helen and Stephanie, and more biscuits for James.When Maureen returned Helen gathered up Stephanie and James and left. Maureen and I sat with our empty cups and the litter of James’ biscuit crumbs.“The Library is open now,”. I checked every box, bag, under every couch and chair, and in every nook and cranny. Then I did it to every room downstairs.Upstairs was all bedrooms and one full bathroom with a huge antique claw foot tub. One room with a double bed was set up as a video room with the window blackened and there still was a heavy rug over it. There were enough big lights in it to give you sunburn.On a shelf on the wall were twenty five or so homemade DVDs. I sent Joe out to the van to get the laptop so I could. No turning back now. He fills his kettle, turns on the coffee grinder. The squeak of his ridiculously nostalgic old leather chair OMFG I'm going to faint.The sight of his blue-jeans as he sits down. My hand scrapes his instep as he scoots forward. He pauses, tilting his head down, eyebrow raised. I look up at him, my lips part but no words come out. He smiles bemused, scooting back in nonchalantly .Ok. We're on.The Beastie boys shout as I slide my hands up to his belt. Pulling the leather free.