Number one, I need you to be home by twelve, or else the automatic security alarm will go off. Two, I don’t want any drugs in the house. "Three," Sh... paused to make sure I was paying attention, "You will respect me and my authority.” I looked down at the floor as she continued, “And four, I don’t want any guests without my permission. If you break any of these rules, there will be consequences.” Geez, I felt like a small child. “Uh, sure, I can do that. I would of course ask you about guests. Nor do I really have a boyfriend. I do have a lover, or at least a guy I go to bed with. But it's hard to call "Ralph" a boy since he's more than ten years my senior. And I can't tell anyone he's "my" boyfriend because he's married, has three kids, and a beautiful wife. He's not quite my boss because I don't work for him directly. I have this job which requires that I be available at a workstation during business hours. It doesn't pay well, but most of the time I don't have anything to do. Glenn, always so careful to shut down and log out had made a crucial mistake at the wrong time to merely let the Mac go to sleep for the slightest motion had awakened the machine. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the cable while her breath caught at what was displayed on the screen. In technicolor was a complete menu of illustrated incest stories. Non were open but the title of one was still highlighted showing that it had been read. “Cumming Mother.” was the title that screamed. "Not at all." Her eyes watched as I kicked off my shoes and slid my trousers (and underpants) down to my ankles; I was still behind the counter but she saw me lift them onto the wooden top and she scooped them into a big bag. "Oi," I argued."I don't want stray underpants in the background of my pictures!" She countered and licked her lips. "And Mickey Mouse boxers?" They were a present. From an ex." I can see why she's your ex," Sara teased coldly and wiggled her finger for me to come out onto.