I had moved to the exclusive section of Ashville, North Carolina’s, Montford Hills section between Riverside Cemetery and the campus of the Universi...ty of North Carolina-Ashville, where I worked as an associate professor of English composition.Kevin was only fourteen, which was both my curse and, I only now was discovering, my fetish. At thirty-two, I usually went with young men from the college when my need was great, but I was just finding I really preferred them much younger—fourteen-year-old. Clearly tired and drawn, nevertheless she stood as they entered and offered her hand. Equally surprising was the absence of Raptor’s attorney.They declined her offer of coffee.“Ma’am, do you wish to have your attorney present?”Suzanne hoped the answer would be negative. Raptor’s attorney was famous for his “I’m not a potted plant” declaration to a Congressional subcommittee chairman who was being unusually obnoxious to Raptor during her appearance before the subcommittee a few years ago. Her. ”“Yeah I could maybe show you how to format your computer and maybe we could apply some programs for you.”“Roger that sounds great but I think I have a better idea.”His eyebrows lifted causing his brow to wrinkle and constrict. He looked very confused and his sincerity was terribly arousing. He was like a little virgin that I could mend and mold in my hands. “You see Roger, I have an idea that could be a lot more enjoyable. Why don’t you sit over here so we can talk.”I patted the bed next to me. I sit back down on theseat feeling the fabric detail on my butt. His arm is around my shoulderagain and I'm leaning into him. His shoulder is just the right heightfor my head to rest upon. He's busy talking to the married couple besidehim. My hips and between my legs are still throbbing. I moan a little. He stops talking to ask me if I'm alright. He's so considerate. Beau'sright hand grazes my cheek. I look up at his eyes. God, he's beautiful.He would make a girl so happy and complete..