I should tell you that my mom and I aren't very close. I am an only child and I know my mom never really wanted to have kids and that she had me just ...to keep daddy close to her.I know this because I had read her diary once when I was younger.They got married when they were in their early twenties and had me in their first year of marriage. Daddy had always worked hard so that my mom didn't have to work and could stay home with me. Still, she felt the need to hire a nanny for me in the weekdays. I am a confident, well spoken, educated woman and I was acting like a fucking preteen. It was pitiful. He must have seen my frustration so he just started kissing me again, grabbing the back of my neck, touching my face, pulling me in. His hand found my leg and under my skirt, where I was already dripping wet.That's when he whispered in my ear "I want to taste you." For the life of me, I don't know what was said next but before I knew it we were in a hotel. He opened the door. I kicked off my. We had an oral presentation to do yet. I figured that Mrs. Jackson had some questions about my paper or about my oral presentation the following week. I was an "A" student so I was not worried, just puzzled. She had never asked me to meet with her before. Her husband was the swim and water polo coach, but had left about six weeks ago to take a job at a major university in the mid-west. Mrs. Jackson had to complete the academic year and get the house sold and the furniture moved.She was a former. “Well, I told you this morning,” I replied with obvious disappointment in my voice, “I told you I wanted to put my best foot forward when I met Toby!”A small tear ran down my cheek as I went on, “Now, he’ll always think of me in that fucking old robe!”That was my first meeting with Toby.From that moment onwards, we started having Toby and his girlfriend, Julie, over for dinner. We would go out to clubs to dance and drink, but mostly we would stay around our home. We became very comfortable with.