I thought you ofall people would be supportive," Adele replied."Being gay does not make me a philanthropist; I'm a capitalist," hegrinned."Speaking of...which... Alan has a task for you that might ease the pain forus if you are defeated." Grahame smiled at her mirthlessly.Adele looked at each of the partners questioningly."Come down to my office Adele. We can talk about it." Alan Tate put outhis hand like gentleman.However he took station astern of her as they walked down the corridor sohe. I almost didn't open the email, probably wouldn't have, except the subject line was kind of intriguing. ?INR: I hope you'll enjoy giving me what I need.? It wasn't the ?what I need? part that intrigued me – she never gets tired of telling me what I need to do for her – it was the word ?enjoy? that caught my eye. She never before suggested that I might enjoy doing what she demanded. Had her mind finally jumped the tracks or what?I opened the email. The further I read, the more mystified I felt.. There she stands by to ask if it is okay if she comes in, she tells me that she thought the evening was over early and she had brought some drink so we could continue. I followed her into the living room to put on my clothes again. When I came back she sat on the couch watching me, patted the couch beside her and said, "come, sit." I said, "so nice that you would continue the evening with me" and put some music on the TV. I felt very good that the atmosphere was tens. I knew where this would. I generally didn't wear underwear because I never liked underwear. So I put on a hoodie and some shorts and go down. My clothes were baggy and not at all revealing so my mother did not have an issue with it at all.As I come down he is on his laptop doing something, and I pop into the kitchen to get some food for me and him. I grab a whole bunch of junk food and head to the living room. He is sitting on one of the side chairs and I sit at the head of the dining table beside him so that I can.