"Yes you do." He said."So you like my boobs then, am I right?" I asked."Honestly, yes I like them a lot, they're actually perfect." He said."Good, you...can look at them all you want." I said trying to hide my excitement."I'll bet you're too young for me." He said."That doesn't mean you can't look at my boobs, I mean we are at a nude beach and I am naked." I said. "Are you sure it's ok?" He asked."I want you to." I said.We sat there and talked for almost two hours and my god I couldn't. I work part-time at the office but am also on call every other day for a 24-hour shift. That can be inconvenient. Night before last my boyfriend and I had just gotten down to some overdue loving. I’d entertained a crude and insensitive client for a couple of hours that afternoon. He was all about how many times he could ejaculate in me without one thought of my enjoyment. I’d douched his crummy residue as soon as possible.Anyway, my boyfriend had just entered me when my cell chirped with a text. Both sought, knowingly or not, a situation to lose themselves and withdraw into a tightly protected environment. Stumbling into the employment of Hein Koningh at his Miami estate, an international businessman with global responsibilities and pressures seeking his own retreat, became a crucible for how starkly different people can evolve into a tightly cohesive organism of efficiency and support. “Do you have any regrets?”Her question, when it came, was almost predictable and he softly chuckled.. She was dressed very well of course, but her make up was minimal. I thought she looked her age, but she did so beautifully. I kissed her hello and I meant it.I knew that I couldn’t keep up with her, so after breakfast I followed her directions to her small one story townhouse. I carried my small backpack full of tools into her very well decorated living room.“You have a beautiful home,” I said.“Thank you,” she replied with a smile.“I need to bring my battery pack in, if that is okay?” I.