“Thank you, Derek,” she said politely and returned to her seat.“Max, may I please have this next dance, and hopefully the next three or four if ...hey’ll keep playing our song?”Before she could answer, I took her gloved hand and pulled her to her feet. As she turned, I pulled her close to lead her to the dance floor with my arm draped around her waist.“Derek, you bother me for some for reasons I cannot control!”“Really? I’m sorry you feel that way. Maybe I should escort you back to your. I looked into her eyes more deeply as I handed her the water. I could see desire in them. She was not in any hurry, so, I gave her a lounge chair that I was about to place on my backyard deck. She asked if she could see the back yard so, we walked around back kind of slowly as she was examining the small flower garden I had just planted. "Lovely" she said. "Thank You" I replied with a hint of sexy desire in my voice. I watched her closely as she stretched out on the lounge chair and settled. After I handed it to him, I went to the door, shut it, andturned the lock. I moved so I was standing in front of him, to the sideof his desk. I was ready for step 2, I figured I would be proactive andinitiate 'the daily inspection' he had mentioned yesterday."Sir, do you have a minute, I'd like to talk." Of course, go ahead." Mr. Poston, I want to apologize for how things went yesterday. I thoughtI was meeting your request, but hadn't seen how it would appear deviousto you. I want to assure. Calling my friend a bitch probably wouldn’t help. In fact, I was sure it wouldn’t.“We need to talk Bethany, would you mind coming over?”“I told you what you needed to do before we talked about us.”“I know. Please, for the sake of our friendship, just come over.”She paused, but replied, “OK.”Bethany arrived about fifteen minutes later. We walked down the hall to my room, where she saw Stephanie sitting smugly in one of my beanbag chairs.“I should have known,” Bethany laughed.“He’s a fucking.