April 7, 2000, Chicago, Illinois“What day do you want me to start?” Liz asked as we ate dinner in her apartment on Friday evening.“When is your ...last day of class?”“June 9th.”“If you want to take some time off, that’s fine, but you’re welcome to start on the 12th if you want.”“I think I need as much time with Deborah as possible, so if it’s OK, I’ll start on the 12th. The only downside is no more ‘adulting’.”“You were going to find a boyfriend,” I said.“I know. And I will, but that won’t happen. ‘Riley…I have a question for you…’ I purred with mischief. ‘OK, what is it?’ He returned, falling into my trap so nicely. ‘Do these people happen to know your real name?’ I asked just loud enough for Angel to hear. ‘His real name, you mean it isn’t Riley?’ She demanded with a puzzled frown. ‘Nope, it’s not.’ I replied with a grin ‘What is it?’ ‘Sabrina you wouldn’t!’ Riley threatened, looking a little worried. ‘It’s…Oh my God it’s Josh!’ I exclaim, my eyes fixed on the blonde-haired guy who had. ”“Miller, I mean Hayward, is dating my sister and I don’t like it very much!” He admitted, not making eye contact with Frank.“We’ve seen Abby around here quite often. She and Brad make a nice looking young couple. So because one of my players is fucking your sister, you just had to hit him hard enough to put him in the hospital?” Frank stated firmly.“I didn’t know the bench door wasn’t locked,” Pete defended.“That’s no excuse,” Frank said.“I know it isn’t,” he replied quietly, his gaze avoiding. She giggled. She smiled. She'd do something, a bite, a suck in a special way, and she'd turn those green eyes to me, grinning, for approval. The fact that her lithe, youthful body was completely nude and within reach of my exploring hands only heightened the experience. I was hard in no time."Now, sit back up," she said, and she returned to my arms, wrapping me in those sweet legs, impaling herself again on my hard dick.It was eight before we showered and had our TV dinners.Saturday we visited.