” Sandy interrupted Bob's stammering. She knew she had gone too far. “Hey, relax. I'm flattered. I like knowing I have that kind of effect on you....My questions were to find out if you wanted me to continue.” “I sure don't want you to stop if that's what you mean.” “And I don't want to either. In fact I was kind of hoping you'd want to practice some more.” Bob's eyes widened. “Sure, you mean right now?” Sandy didn't want to appear to be rushing him, “We could eat breakfast first... if you're. “It worked with her, so I tried it with you.”“You wanted me? Like that? Before it happened?”“Mom, I’ve been living in a house with half a dozen babes and it’s been making me crazy.”She leaned over and gave me a kiss. Then she pulled back. “Go on,” she said.So I told her about how I tried to get Aunt Christy to lie down with me, but she wouldn’t, and then she left and saw Uncle Danny fucking Aunt Vanessa on the couch.“Nessa didn’t tell me that part either!” said my mom, her voice breathy.“Well,. He didn’t feel great and probably shouldn’t have come, but he couldn’t bring himself to stay home when his teammates were fighting for their playoff lives. He glanced over at the general manager, who stared down at the ice with a blank expression. Brody knew the man had to be seething inside even though it didn’t show. Brody returned his attention to the game, a sick feeling in his stomach. The longer it went on the less time there was to score one goal, let alone two. His teammates tried, but. I’ve always been a pretty flirty guy, regardless of being engaged. So, naturally, I throw in the occasional line when I email her my homework. She shrugs it all off like a professor should do. Well, as the semester draws to an end, my emails begin to get more and more flirtatious. I’ve broken through her walls a little, but she tries to keep putting up a guard. Slowly, she begins to flirt back, not noticing it. The semester is over. We continue emailing and flirting. I find out.