She smiled and then suddenly tensed as my fingers delved into her. I took a nipple in my mouth biting hard and she came, riding the waves, her knees ...uckling. "Fuck yes, " she gasped collapsing into my lap. Catching her breath she looked at me, "Still want to work on the spreadsheet?", she asked. "Not tonight", I replied, grabbing the wine bottle off the desk and taking a swig. She greedily copied, dribbling red wine from the corner of her mouth and it traced a rivulet down her neck, across. If it wasn’t it wouldn’t weigh so much. If you care to talk about it I'm listening. But I should warn you, I'm pretty good at making things worse sometimes."A puzzled expression and then a smile, small, half-forced, but nonetheless there, took purchase on their weather worn face. It didn't last long though, for soon enough, an apprehensive look crept up and over that wet furrowed brow, and labored grin, transposing itself over the sadness like a black cloud across a moonless night.You know the. He left shortly after that meeting even though they did not speak a word to each other he still felt anger at his betrayal of his son.He was sat in his car and punched the dashboard as he released some of that pent up anger. His hands were shaking as he felt that rage within him. He needed a drink to calm his nerves and he was fighting the temptation to drive to the nearest bar.It was then he saw Nabilah walking towards her car. "That bitch. That fucking bitch. She is the cause of this." He. "I'm feeling fine." I remembered this school from my previous life. Uniforms and nuns.Mike tried to make the peace. "Honey, Father Roberto is only concerned that since you don't remember who your friends are that you might be led into temptation at Beal. And you know that St. Ursula's is a really fine school. They have the best business program anywhere. Parents from all over the country send their daughters there." But Dad, it means I won't be able to live at home. I'll be stuck in a dorm and.