“My pleasure,” I replied, very business-like.“Do you want to go for lunch?” he asked.“Sure,” I replied. I was ecstatic, yet still a little... bit nervous. Eleven-thirty couldn’t come fast enough.The minutes ticked by like an eternity. Sam was quiet. Finally, at about eleven-forty, he asked if I was ready for lunch. I was.We headed down the executive suites elevator together and for the first time, I got to know Sam’s car. It was a two-seater sports car, one I had seen in the parking garage and. Not before too long I heard him slowly coming up the steps. Gears, are you mad at me? he asked, using the nickname he tokened me with a few years ago during my mechanics obsession. I sighed loudly to let him know I was in his bedroom. He walked in and sat on the bed, Im sorry I scared you, he said. I could hear a slight tremor in his voice. As I turned to see if he was really being emotional he straddled my and began tickling my sides. Graham! Graham! Stop it! Oh, how I hate you! I laughed as. And it was Chi-chi who was making the most noise. She was moaning in ecstasy, and every so often would whisper something to him in Filipino which obviously made him want to fuck her even harder and then she'd moan even louder. Every so often she would say "Oh God, Oh God" and her breathing would become irregular - (most Filipinas preferring to use English when they are about to cum) - and I also remember her saying something about " I need wee", or what sounded like that, and both of them. "With that I slept, when I awoke Brett was sat in a wheel chair next to mybed! I scolded him saying, "You shouldn't be out of bed, what do youthink you're doing?"He looked at me and replied, "Shut up Nichola Mackinnon, I'm going tolook after you now, and the doctor's given me the OK to use this chair." I must look a mess," I said fretting about my appearance, he grinnedbroadly and answered, "Yep you look a mess, but you're MY mess and I loveyou." Oh thank you, you really know how to make a girl.