Jason who slapped her ass on a regular basis. Who demanded her ass more than anyone in the office. Who was an ass, through and through.She took a deep...breath and let it out. Then she stood, composed herself, smoothed out her skirt, and walked towards his office.It was right around the corner, and when it was in eyesight she saw Jason was slouched against the side of his door, arms crossed. He dressed her down with his eyes as she approached.“Miranda,” he said, his inviting voice hiding his lust. She seemed to have a knack for picking losers.Whenever she came over to visit, I would waste no chance to sneak a peek at whatever I could.This story really begins when I was seventeen. It was mid summer and I was very sore. Three weeks earlier I had injured my knee playing football. I was still able to walk, but my football career was over before it really started.This Saturday in early August I was compelled to go to my other aunt’s house for a family barbecue. My parents wouldn’t let me stay. I usually had to get to the club around 2 or 3 in the afternoon for sound check. We would work for a couple of hours or so, getting mikes placed and levels set, then we would break for dinner. I often would just go with the band members someplace nearby - there was lots of great Mexican food in Austin even then, and we all had our favorites, some of them in sketchy parts of town that were worth risking to get some really great enchiladas. There were always a few girls tagging along; some of. She may be six years older than I am but her stylish elegance and gorgeous figure meant that she stood out from the crowd, and it was great that she’d come to visit me. My home is an eco-friendly lodge set in a managed woodland development. It’s compact and bijou with just one bedroom at the top of a spiral staircase. I say it’s a bedroom but in fact it’s a mezzanine floor with a gallery that overlooks the living area below, and an en-suite bathroom. I showed Andrea where she could hang her.