A simple ‘hey’ was all they exchanged, then he had been gone again but his presence seemed to linger behind. Lauren had caught her thoughts strayi...g, wondering what he had been up to, what he might be looking for, all kinds of thoughts involving him when really there was no reason for more than a passing thought.She had focused on sorting out her stack again, which had worked to get him off her mind until the moment he had returned. The town library was large, large enough to get lost in and. She tried to concentrate on the Plantagenet kings, but her mind wandered. Jamie was going to take her to the Homecoming dance and she had to decide what to wear, it couldn’t be anything too daring or she’d be fighting his hands all night . . . she mused over her options, imagination painting her into a thin green sheath or perhaps the white dress with the swishing skirt . . . She was suddenly aware that Mr. Borden was watching her, his eyebrows raised in quizzical inquiry. She flushed,. Her boyfriend was a bigger man and they couldn’t do all the positions she believed Alexander could perform for her, he was in great shape. She didn’t mind dating bigger men at all, but once in awhile she did think of the wrestler she dated who would throw her into so many positions and pound away like a jack rabbit, that guy had had a bit of a stomach but not enough to hinder him. At noon she timidly knocked on his door. She had taken great care of her makeup and she could tell he saw and. “All right,” I say. “Now you can play.”He doesn’t say anything else and just returns his hand to feeling me up. I’m not sure how he took ‘just my mouth’ to mean fondle me, but Iʼm not going to complain. I am actually kind of aroused by his clumsy, uncertain touch.His fingers start to tug at the zipper, and I grab his wrist. “Whoa, there, Grant. The deal was my mouth. If you want my dick, that’s an extra hundred.”He’s already digging in his wallet before I can even consider if I’m being a little.