She’d had enough of their flirting in the halls and unfulfilled nights at parties hoping that he’d show up. Her mind had raced with dirty thoughts...as she’d watched him in action on the field. Wound up and no longer willing to play it slow, she’d found him in the school parking lot after the game as everyone was leaving to go home. And she’d made her desires explicitly clear. Minutes later she was enthusiastically sucking him off in his car in the parking lot. Pretty much everyone had left by. “Don’t let me see you again without the proper respect.”“Of course not, Chaz,” she said as she glanced his gold name tag. “Thank you for the information.” She tried her best to sound meek as she turned away and walked as quickly as possible to the elevator bank. By the time she reached the fifteenth floor the problem had been solved, she would take care of it in the morning and he would probably lose his job. Now though, she needed some champagne to recapture the pleasant buzz that the jerk. He's up to three sessions a week at a thousand dollars a session!"Dad looked like he was going to fall over. "A thousand dollars a session..." Times three is three thousand dollars a week." Mom told him as she helped him sit down. "I paid cash for the TV by the way."Dad seemed to be feeling a lot better. "My son a model!" He said proudly. "Wait until the guys at work find out." I wouldn't be in a hurry to say anything about it if I were you," Mom looked at dad in an odd way. "There is one. I think it was Saint Augustine who said, close the brothels and you'll destroy everything with lust. The Germans understood that. I stayed behind. The guys didn't even notice I stayed behind.The waitress came up to start clearing the table. "Are they coming back?" No, they're gone." I said, Thank God, under my breath."How come you did not go with them?" I didn't want to. Uh, you saw what they were like." I said with a tone of apology."Oh that is ok. Many men come in after working all week. I.