.. well, all the better.My job. Sometimes it’s frustrating. Boring. Scary. But I love it. Love being out on my own.So, happy days. But not gloating ...days. More thankful for my blessings than bragging about them. I don’t want Nemesis stalking me. And she shouldn’t. Thankfulness doesn’t draw her ire. Does it?I feel as if I have two lives. Maybe most folks do. There’s my outside life, work, social, Meyer Boulevard. Like that.Then there’s life inside the Wrigley. Vanessa of course. Walker and Pilar.. .. nothing more than that." And someone used that in their paper?" No, not that exact phrase. I remembered that one from a technical writing seminar I took a few years ago. The instructor used it as an example." Her gaze was moving from person to person as she walked around the room, and this time it did come to rest on my face for a fraction longer. "The paper I'm thinking of didn't describe a medical procedure, but it did involve contact with bare skin, so some nudity was required." I thought. She talked with me some more as we laid next to each other naked, she really liked me and said, just pay me $100, I like you. So I did and left, it was now early in the morning, probably 8am when I got home. My parents were wondering where I was. I just told them I was helping someone out with something.That all took place in January… but, later that year…It was April and winter was over, I never really talked to Ally again after that, It was more so just for sex. It was business. But I text. I looked over at you, and you're just smiling, amused by it. As he started to slink on by to head to the basement, I thought to myself, you only live once, and this is what I signed on for, and the thought of it was turning me on. So, in a commanding voice, which surprised everyone, even me, I said "come over here". As he started walking toward us on the couch, I reached up grabbing onto his cock, and started rubbing it slowly. I have never even touched a cock other than my own, let alone rub.