If we were in public together, Deirdre and I would be seen as an unlikely couple with little in common.She took an armchair and perched on the edge. I...slumped into the settee facing her with our feet almost touching. Brigit had been more exhausting than my limited resources could endure.“How?” we both said together.“After you,” I said.“How did you know to let me in?” Deirdre asked.“Simple. Brigit told me to expect a woman soon and she left the cup of coffee. How did you know when to. .. you ask ... for sex?"Meller rocked back and forth on his desk chair, smiling."All right, young lady, you understood correctly. Our company is one of the leading real estate marketers worldwide. Our technical education is far above average. The cooperation of our trainees should accordingly go beyond the usual. My son as Junior chef and I expect therefore in addition to good grades also a certain personal commitment on your part."Meller looked over at his son, who had made himself comfortable. I used to fantasize about would she take my measurements and that she would make them very small just to play around them and try to fix them on me while I get the most wonderful sensations. At that time (I was probably six or seven years old) my sensations were purely genital and non sexual and I didn't know about sex and orgasms at the time. It only felt nice to touch and be touched on my thing (my word for pussy and pee hole) and buds (my word for breasts then).Of course this fantasy. I just needed the rightmoment for that conversation.I never got a chance that week to talk with Jeanie. She was busy at workand a couple of nights talked to her friend Pat to finalize the plansfor the ski club trip. They would meet with the club on Saturday topresent their trip and see if enough people would sign up. If they hadenough participants, then they would get their part of the trip free.Jeanie told me that she wanted Pat to come by on Thursday to work on afew details. It would be after.