So he worked many 18 hour days andweekends and advanced in his banking career till he was on the top.So by the time our culture evolved to be more acc...pting, George was soprogrammed he could not change. The poor fellow will die in a few yearshaving lived a completely miserable unfulfilled life. But when I lookedat George's future with my help I saw that George would love the new lifeI could give him as my Barista.So I said, "George I see that you have been very unhappy but I am willingto help. ." Mmmmm," she purred, drawing away from a kiss. "We do. Make it possible for each other, I mean." Mmm-hmmm," I answered softly. "We complete each other."I felt the juices flowing from her as she relaxed. So did she. Her eyes met mine. "Towel. Or..." Turn around," I said. We cleaned each other, during the course of which she shuddered to another orgasm as my tongue searched for the remnants of our happy coupling.We retrieved the covers and she snuggled into my side, lit only by the bedside. Caitlyn melted in his arms the minute his lips touched hers. Her arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer. Moans escaped her lips as his hard muscled chest came in contact with her plump breasts. She felt one hand wrapped possessively around her waist while the other was tangled in her hair. When he finally stopped kissing her so she could breath, she opened her eyes and looked at him. Love was written all over his face. Tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill over. ‘Caitlyn, love,. So, I sat and opened the book I had with me. Too distracted to read, I pondered the thought of cheating on Lori and having sex with Beth. I did after all work with both her and her husband. I knew getting involved with a coworker was a terrible idea. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about it. At least she was married. I was still deep in thought when the phone rang—my heart skipped a beat.“Still offering that drink?”“Yeah. Yeah.” I nervously stammered, “617.”“Yes, I know.” she said patiently. Of.