My sexual experiences were limited to what I had read in "Sex Manners for Men" which had been passed around by my classmates at school. I had also had...a small collection of magazines, which only showed Bikini clad girls. I spent hours gazing at that mystical mound covered by a flimsy layer of nylon, dreaming of what forbidden fruits lay behind that cover. My one hand furiously rubbing my hard prick while the other turned the pages. It never occurred to me that one of life's finest pleasures. I had a wonderful talent for espionage. I smiled, that was something Matthew had taught me. Or was it Franklin. Whoever had showed me that stupid self aggrandizing word trick, the other had agreed, "You haven't looked for a job since you moved out here. I can't keep paying your rent and grocery bills." Lay off your sister, Flea," The three in the booth behind me were regulars. Two youngish brown women and a smug middle age guy just beginning to go grey, "We love having her around." I'm not. But I like it. I’ll let you call me Matty? Ok? Just you.” I stared and set my jaw. His charm was curdling into smarm and I was growing very weary of it. “Well, It’s been a laugh, Matt. I’ll see you—“ “Hold on, Ms. Krys,” he said and sprang out of his mother’s seat. In a flash he was at my side, looking down at me. “Before this office, I meant. Were you in any other principals’ offices I meant?” I remembered a long long time ago. “Nope, “ I said and turned to leave. He placed his hands on my. Early hadn't seen her when he came in the door but glanced her way now. He was in a mood to pass her by, but the habits of a lifetime stopped him. He was something of a headhunter in his professional life, but a man considerate of others in his private one. Early couldn't ignore his wife but... he couldn't conceal his feelings from her either."Your worry is too little... and about a week too late," Early said huskily. He told himself it was the raw alcohol he'd downed that day that coarsened.