She glanced up as I entered the office. Then went back to what she was doing as she asked, "What can I do for you, Paul." I'm not Paul," I said.This g...t her attention. She looked back up at me for a second. "Paul, I don't have time for games. Either tell me what you want or get the hell out." I told you, I'm not Paul. Paul is at his desk. Call him if you like. I just chose to look like him because he wouldn't look out of place in the office. It wouldn't attract attention. I know this is going. No trans fats and being more natural. The doc tells me to lower my triglycerides, though I'm not givin' up my French fries for nobody. Cut back, yes. Give 'em up, hell no! Yeah, I'm still a hillbilly from West Virginia," he grinned as he proudly admitted his background."Yankee, you mean," I picked on him again."I thought those were in New York and New England," he stuck out his tongue as we walked to the restaurant."I still say that you're a Yankee. You say 'soda' instead of 'coke'. That's. " The last words were spoken to an empty classroom-- empty save for Fawn."Come on up here, Fawn," he told her. "I want to know if you were serious about saying you'd help me out in whatever way you could."Her heart in her throat, she answered, "Sure, Jack. Anything." And she meant it.He silently unzipped his pants. His cock limply flopped out. He gazed down at it and then told her, "Suck it hard. Even better, suck me off." Here, in the classroom? But we might be seen!"His grin told her he got. Had you known her long?" Long enough ... William. Only I think I would say that Tanya knew me, far better than I ever knew her."I could see that that answer confused Burgess a little, but he very quickly recovered his poise and went on."We are going to have a little fun shooting some clays this afternoon, Gilroy, and I was wondering whether you'd like to join us. You know ... get to know some more of the family. It seems that none of them have met you before." No, Lady Simpson and my.