Mike was shy and embarrassed when he told Dad that he hadn’t. Dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful of change and gave it to him. Of cou...se, Mike’s little fingers don’t close enough to hold it all, so Dad told me to hold it for him, then Dad told me to take him to the store. Before we left, my dad turned to me. ‘Don’t forget, Pat, that’s Mike’s money, so make sure that he spends it, not you.’ Then, he said that he was just kidding and offered the men a beer. They were talking about. I then waiting in my room rather than having breakfast as I didn't feel like explaining to my housemate, who I could hear moving around, why I was up so early on a day without lectures. I left the house and went to catch the train, which took about an hour, during which I slept and fantasised about what we would be doing together soon, trying to get myself aroused enough to overcome the butterflies in my stomach at meeting someone new again. Once at my destination, I sent Jason a text to ask. Valentine. I have no use for a house in California. My home is in Michigan and I will be staying there, where people are sensible and civilized.” Vic didn’t know whether to be offended or to laugh. Sensing that the latter would irritate his new guest more, he chuckled in an admittedly patronizing way. “I fail to see the humor.” “The humor, Miss Banks, is that you make too many assumptions. I am not going anywhere. Your aunt appointed me as a live in caretaker and this is my home.” “Well sir,. She knows that such a message will only urge him on. Another message, more explicit than the last appears on screen, followed by another and another. Her stormy eyes fall upon each post, feeling his every word. His descriptions are evermore vivid and detailed. She can feel her resistance, as feeble as the delicate moist material of her panties, faltering. Trying desperately to act normal, hiding the near breathless need to pant and whimper she imagines him doing those explicit things to her.