Part of me was screaming for a full out stoppage of the activities, I was not one to fool around outside of a relationship. Part of me wanted to delay...things until the situation was more beneficial, like when we got back to my car and I could throw a blanket over my lap to hide things. Part of me wanted to let him keep going, damn the consequences. The little war was quickly won by the hormones, and I spread my legs slightly to allow him access. As his fingers touched the soft bare skin beneath. He saw thoughts of disgust at this man, and harsh words to be said. ‘What a proper little fucking bitch’ Jake muttered to himself. He watched her file into her lesson, and still she laughed at Richard. Something had to be done. Maybe a little revenge. ————————————- Jake lay back in his chair, listened to Richard banging on about accounting concepts and figured out how to bring Chloe down a notch or two. And then, he had it. What better way to bring down a bitch then to have her want the thing. So 1 year went by nothing happened, I tried very hard to get her somehow in my bed and she never responded too well. Even I didn’t try that much because I was living in her house but I used to brush my elbow “accidently” on her boobs whenever I got chance. So after a year I noticed the aunty and uncle used to fight a lot on weekdays.They used to go to parties thrown by uncle’s office and there, uncle usually get drunk and flirt with other colleague’s wife. They used to fight very loudly I think. Each station was neatly arranged with parts being weighed, shaped, and put back together. The teams were all being nice, with only some lighthearted banter going on. Shawna was busy with two high school part-timers, putting a custom bike together.The sheet metal area had stacks of completed panels ready for the paint shop and stacks of painted panels ready to ship. The frame area is always busy looking. There were frames on rolling paint racks and a couple nearing completion on stands. A couple.