" I've always looked like this?" I asked a little confused."Sure. How else are you supposed to look? I mean, you're no LeonardoDiCaprio or Brittany Sp...ars, but you're not a dog either."The printer spit out the payoff. I in turn handed it to him."Here you go." He thanked me and then walked out. I scratched my chest and ponderedwhat was going on. As before, the call of work broke my train ofthought and I pressed forward with my job.The last hour of the day is usually the busiest or the slowest.. Now I actually had something sticking out there, like any girl would.I put on the white blouse, slowly buttoning it in back and at the cuffs.I pulled on the jeans which seemed even tighter than before. I guessMarsha was right. I am too fat. I better start dieting and try toloose a few pounds. I slipped the high heeled oxfords on my stockingfeet and laced them tight. I got up and walked around a bit. I lookedat myself in the mirror. The blouse looked much better now that I hadstuffed my. I guess I am just a born exhibitionist because I really enjoyed putting on my little show for you. Sorry about the mess I made in your kitchen.”“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind mopping up all that cum. All the time I am cleaning it up I will be mentally reliving and visualizing the moment that all that semen spurted out. It must have shot out close to four feet. Mr. Robert, you still have some cum on the tip of your penis. Here, let me wipe that off for you,” she said, as she grabbed a towel. My dearbrother Ethan died in an accident at a railroad crossing, a misstepattributed to his blindness but left me wondering if he had deliberatelyended his own life.The summer found me a young single woman of 19 years, without prospects ofmarriage, just my mother and me living in our house. The school board hadnotified me that I was hired for the coming school year so I knew we wouldavoid abject poverty. My life changed when I met Clara Meyer. A year olderthan me, Clara was attending Mt Holyoke.