‘Thanks for having me over,’ I said quietly, not wanting to disturb the dark calm of the room. ‘Thanks for coming over,’ he said in almost a ...whisper as his gorgeous crystal blue eyes met mine. My stomach flip flopped, and I looked down to hide a blush. It was amazing, here I was a sensible twenty eight year old woman behaving like a nervous teenager. I took a deep breath, and looked up to meet his eyes again. ‘So are you going to touch me or not?’ I blurted out with a nervous laugh. He took. Especially after you telling me all that stuff. And you’re so beautiful, and… I just went with my heart.” She was visibly uncomfortable. “That’s fine,” she said, “It’s just that you’re my student and it’s really inappropriate.” I nodded. “If I wasn’t your student, would you want to kiss me?” She took a long time to answer. The answer she gave wasn’t exactly an answer. “You’re like ten years younger than me, Lauren.” We were still sitting close, although she’d pulled away a little bit. I slid in. "Diane gave her a forlorn look, and Janet had to buck up her courage not to give in. She stepped forward and draped an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "You saw what the roads looked like this morning. Do you really think you can bike in that?" I just wanted to go out with my friends today," Diane said in a low voice."I know you do, honey, and I'm glad to see you finally coming out of your shell."Diane gave her a mystified look as she backed away from her mother in order to take off her. That was adorable at college; now it just reeked of her playing my heartstrings for sympathy. “You’ve fucked your way to the top. How can you possibly look down on us rank-and-file?”“I don’t, especially not you… Oh God, don’t tell Humberto.”“Tell him what?” I scoffed. “That you serve boys for career but girls for pleasure.”“Not that! I was so nervous at the Proms, Jennie.”“You played brilliantly.”“Only because I got myself off before going on stage.”“Par for the course with you.”“God Jennie,.