But then Michael sought me out, and that was that.Kissing him, having him stroke my pussy like he was born to do me, my sucking his cock and swallowin... all of his sweet, sweet cum -- it all felt perfectly normal. Normal -- even thought I was pretty sure I'd never considered doing any of that stuff before or had anyone do it to me. But I could not remember when it was anything other than normal to love him. And all of a sudden, Miss Mathews was just as friendly -- and I returned the favor!We all. We didn’t speak much for the next several days but I did notice a few days after the incident that she had her birth control prescription refilled and had started back taking them. However, anytime I tried to initiate sex she rejected me. The week before Christmas we were invited to a Christmas party at her boss’s house; he was a bit of a jerk, nice looking guy who married well. His wife’s family was loaded (but she was ugly as hell) and he and his wife lived in the Fairfield area of Shreveport. I could still hear her voice. Nearer to me was my bedroom. If I’d been sleeping in my bed, I wouldn’t be worried about anything right now. I’d be gone, too. There in the middle of my bed was the broken remains of my guitar.It was too much. That final nail in the coffin. Too much to bear. I crumpled and my beautiful girlfriends knelt and wept beside me.If I was seventy or eighty, I’d lay a kindly hand on my shoulder in sympathy. Then I’d say something like, ‘Life’s unpredictable.’ I’d think for. We ordered the food and drink, and as the waited returned with a bottleof wine we talked about our reasons for joining the agency."I suppose I joined because I was looking for a different direction inmy life. The police work was good, but it asked an awful lot from me.Getting up at 6am every morning, and then maybe not getting to bed till2am wiped me out after a few months."He paused as the waited brought the starters. My feta salad was seasonedwith Thai 7 spice, and Daniel had chosen a ginger.