I get a mocha brownie Frappachino. Peter gets a caramel Frappachino.Outside, we sit on the bench, and drink our frappes."Exciting about school?" I ask...him."Who are you kidding?" Just asking..." Soph, we are in a new country, a new state, and a new city. That means new school, new people, new everything. Are you really excited about that?" Not really..." I didn't think so. And put yourself in my position. I am supposed to be a senior in Paris, but here I am a junior, because that is just the way. “No!” she exclaimed, “You must not talk like that!”Peter blushed, ashamed of himself. Even his mother used to box his ears when he uttered the Lord’s name in vain, but he knew that doing so in front of the nuns was unforgivable, even one who was handling his prick.“I’m sorry, really I am. I won’t do it again, I promise. But it just felt so good. Please don’t stop.”But Abigail was not to be mollified.“If you cannot control your mouth any better than your prick, you must look after your needs. " Excellent. I'll see you then."Dr. Quinn put the receiver back on the hook and mopped away the beads of perspiration that had formed on his forehead. That had been a close call. If he had not had Thea to offer, there was no doubt in his mind that the shrewd old businessman on the other end of the line would have rang off without considering the delivery of his supplies. Maybe if Erik knew the urgency of his program, he might be more lenient in the future. It was a chance that he didn't like to. I must have orgasmed at least three times and my performance was rewarded with a $50 bonus. It felt good.My visitor had hardly pulled off the pad before my phone chirped and I look down to see a text from an unknown number. I opened it to read 'Guess who? We need to talk. My back door is open. Don't be late'. Crap, how did the slob get my number?There was point in my ignoring the message and with heavy feet and a racing heart I made my way through the back garden gate and went to the rear door.