“Come and sit, Andy.”Up to this point, Larita is telling me the agenda for the day. I walk over to the couch and take a seat. She moves her long, ...slender leg slightly, exposing more supple thigh and garter. Larita does nothing to cover up what I see as she goes on telling me what needs to be done for the day.When she finishes, I stand to leave.“Before you go, I just want to say what a great job you did helping me the other day. We got the Thompson account! I could not have done it without. I had never had a room that was mine. One that I could decorate and keep all of my things. In fact, I did not really have things. I had a few personal items that I always had, but that was it. Even clothes were bough new wherever we went. Slipping out of my clothes, I made my way into my current bathroom and started the current shower. I needed to relax a little before going to bed. Though I was sure that I was going to be up all night once again trying to figure things out. “Andie,” my. ”“I’m guessing that it’s not the first time you’ve had something up your arse either, is it?”“No, Miss. There are a couple of b*ys who are like me and who I trust to fuck me without it getting around the school.”She looked at Miss Markham, who was staring at her with confusion and smiled.“It’s the only explanation, Gina. He had to be bisexual, and better than that, a bisexual who’s had anal sex before because when he felt your fingers at his arse, he relaxed. Most guys would tense and you’d. "Are you stalking me or something?" I glared at him, no humor intended. "No, I just asked your manager." "Hmph." "Where are you from?" "Chicago." "How did you end up here?" he asked, blue eyes questioning me. "Look, why does it matter so much?" "Why are you so defensive? I was only asking, Jordan." I glared at him, and kept walking, ignoring him as much as I could. "Can I buy you an ice cream?" he nodded towards the ice cream stand. "No," I replied, annoyed again. "Watching the weight?.