“Yes, here you are. Why don’t we begin by you giving me an overview of your situation if that’s all right,” she said. “Then, I’ll ask you ...some questions and we can then look at what your options might be. Then, that done, we’ll put together a plan of action. Sound okay to you?”“Sure bet,” I said. Over the next half hour I laid out a time line of all of the events and happenings right up to and including my meeting with my daughter. My new lawyer raised an eyebrow at my description of that. "Doesn't everyone?" NO!" Apparently," Hope struggled to keep a straight face, "that's not really the done thing. I caught him this morning tearing up sheets of paper to put little book-marks in my text-books on all the pages I'd marked." That makes sense." Shawna shrugged. "I do that myself, that way I can mark the book-marks. Colour codes, or little reminders." See, she doesn't fold the edges over." Marcus interrupted, and Hope stuck her tongue out in response."I do, actually," Shawna. She stepped out of it and I gazed at her body for a minute before reaching up and unclipping her bra and fondling each pert breast with its perkily hard little nipple. Her knickers and tights came down and off in one easy flowing movement leaving her standing stark naked in front of me. She pushed me back towards my large black leather swivel chair. I sat down as the edge of the seat caught the backs of my legs. I gazed up at her breasts and allowed my eyes to wander down her body over the. I prayed he too could feel the electricity running up my arm from the place where our skin touched. Flustered, I took the money, and the spell was broken. I really ought to be closing up now; it’s getting late. A mad thought flashed through my mind and I looked across the counter at this gorgeous man, he must have only been about twenty-four, but his eyes looked older. Wiser. His torso was clad in a grey shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up, revealing the rippling muscles of his forearms..