I read a self-help book about going for what you want and it’s you. We are into the same geeky shit. Comics, Fringe, and stuff. I want you and I thi...nk you want me, or could learn to. You do? Don’t you? There are times in life when you feel like your world is on sliding ice and you wish there was an emergency brake to pull, this was one of them. I also realized that I was standing there with no pants, her doing, and my cock was dangling in front of her. A wise man said when in doubt kiss her,. I had to be there but I couldn’t do anything to speed things along, so I got some exercise in the mornings and did a lot of reading and eating and drinking the rest of the time. Life could have been worse, but it was boring.The other thing about the blonde girl was that she never stopped. She ran into the park, ran around it several times and ran out again, heading for who-knows-where.She was slim but muscular, as her tight training gear showed. I fantasised, as one does, about the sweat that. No, on the contrary. Fran was learning how exciting it was to be a naughty little girl.In the studio the cameras were rolling again Professor Haken was uttering some line which Fran ignored. She only had a few lines herself; other that 'Yes, Sir', 'No Sir', the counting to 10 and 'Thank you, Sir', Fran would speak no words but was anything but silent as the audio track caught her every sigh, moan and heaving breath that perfectly matched her sensuous body language. Her unspoken lines shouted. I keep trying out replies. The new guy is such an asshole. No, too bitchy.The new guy sucks compared to you. Too kiss assI wish you were still my boss. Too formal I want you back here so bad. Too needyI wish you were still my boss. That’s probably good but not what I really want to say…I wish you were still working next to me. Still okay but probably getting close to the line.I wish I still worked under you. Definitely getting more suggestive. I wish I still got to see you every day and.