"But, while I'm fiscally educated and financially responsible, I've got the morals of cat in heat so don't come to me for advice that doesn't concern ...either fucking or double entry bookkeeping. I've been a banking officer for most of my career and I can do the job accurately and honestly, but frankly I'd rather be a whore. I've stripped, sucked cocks and spread my legs for cash and I was pretty darned good at it and by this time tomorrow I'll probably wish I was out whoring for cash again. This girl has me wrapped around her little finger! I carried her over to my couch and laid her down. I moved over top of her, on my knees between her legs, supporting my weight with my hands. With her legs still wrapped around me she unbuttoned my shirt and almost ripped off. I got up and she let lose enough to frantically take off my belt. I stopped her there! I made her stand in front of me. I turned her around and unzipped her dress. I let her dress fall to the floor and she stepped out of. Every six months or so, another wall would be covered with new bookshelves. Shelli took care of that too.My life was defined by my work and the home that these two women made for me. I was the typical absent minded professor, although still a young man. Maria would check me on my way out the door every morning. Mismatched socks were okay. It just meant that I had put on one dirty one and one clean one. I was doing work in those days that occupied my mind so completely that I was only vaguely. “Here, Mom, let me help.” With one hand on her bicycle, he gently placed the other on her upper arm and moved her towards the garage door.Jessica’s eyes naturally moved to follow Toby and the bicycle, breaking the lock they had on the fourth bike, and the moment was past. “Oh, thank you, honey, but I can do it.” She began pushing the bike out the door.Toby glanced over at his brother and rolled his eyes. Andrew just nodded in understanding, glancing briefly at the fourth bike, and then back..