The pounding beat of the music was tearing at his body and only a shred of self-control kept him from leaping off the piano bench and raping her right...there and then.He was still staring when Miss Grant rose to her feet. Had she seen him? He shifted his eyes back to the music sheets, trying to concentrate on the notes and forget the luscious body his teacher seemed to be flaunting so wildly.She was leaping about again, her long legs flashing in the silky stockings. It reminded him of nature. He could be my father - only could though. My mother had her wild times after she was with him. That's how much I know about it. So I'm pretty much just an accident. I wasn't planned. I could also be the daughter of any other of those men she had when she was young. After I got into the shower I put on some fresh clothes and gathered out the picture of James. I took it and went to the bathroom with it. I looked at myself in the mirror for several minutes. I looked at his picture and tried to. "'Tug' Wilson delivered himself an all mighty metaphorical kick in his rear end; he had opened his mouth before putting his brain into gear and the boy had made connections — not surprising, considering whose son he probably was. He let the request go to the 'keeper and nodded at the doc carrier,"Baggage on the trolleys, I said." Sir. Personal."'Tug' waved a 'gimme'."Personal, Warrant."'Tug' cocked his head at Hobson who handed the carrier across repeating"Personal."'Tug' Wilson appreciated the. At lunch times Julia and I would go to the coffee shop and have a coffee and sandwich and all the time it was just innocent flirting and chatting. Julia started to open up more to me and was telling me that her husband was neglecting her and was not giving her the attention that she deserved. I never understood that is as she was bright, sexy, funny, confident and just gorgeous and I could not believe this lard ass fool had lost interest in her.We continued to get really close. Once when I.