He felt light hands rest on his arm and relaxed slightly, instinct overruling caution. He opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly, refusing to re...inquish his protective shell. A woman kneeled next to him eyes wide with concern. He couldn’t make out anything about her through the haze of pain and tears covering his sight. He began to unfold only to curl up once more, an immediate reaction to the pain lancing throughout his body. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him to her. It wasn’t long and her orgasm was there, it was so intense that it almost brought her to her knees. Her fingers were soaked and her clit was so sensitive. After she relaxed she cleaned up and got dressed, making sure the fan was on when she left. She could feel the panties rubbing against her exposed clit hoping it wouldn’t cause her any feelings that she could not control. Her boss seeing her leave the bathroom walked in and closed the door. He could smell it and it brought his cock to life. “Look I… Mr. Pressman gave me this.” Then I fished out the pamphlet I still had accidentally hung onto. It was crumpled but as Becky took it to look at it she still looked confused. “Mr. Pressman was suggesting a discreet process of getting ‘non-traditional’ government money to go to college.”The look on Becky’s face was pure horror. “Oh My God! That bastard! I’d heard he’d hit on some other girls, but they were the druggies and I thought they were just making that up.”I’d heard the same. As a k** Jay hated bedtime. He thought for sure one night his dad would be standing over him preparing to strangle him to death. As a k** and even in adult hood he would have dreams of his dad strangling him to death in his sleep. The other theory is that Jay had done something while in the gang that haunted him or either cause him to think rival gang member would find him one day and seek revenge. When i woke up that morning Jay was outside on the patio. I went into the bathroom cleaned myself.