Claire knew her timing had to be right, so after making sure that he knew she was still around, she gave him another half hour, by which time he would... have finished whatever he was doing.At 6.30 p.m., she went by his office and asked him if he was going to be here much longer, as she was thinking of leaving right away. His quick mind considered how nice she had been to him in the past week, and reasoning that she had finally made up her mind to give him a chance, he told her to hang on a couple. .so you never knew what you might be walking into if you didn't live in the area. You hear stories and when you're young and impressionable, you believe most anything. Some stories are meant scare but to a ugly, scrawny, who was sexually confused .....it made me curious.I didn't feel like a typical 18yr old back then. I didn't seem to fit in with everything around me. I liked girls but they didn't like me. I liked boys but was too scared to admit it publicly. I wasn't attractive, which seemed. Not that this is a problem I’m complaining about of course. I climb wearily up the stairs to my bedroom. The sparse but well-appointed room is a sight for sore eyes after the organized chaos that is my workshop. He was still asleep, and I stood for a moment to admire his form – his body radiated warmth against the grey sheets, the dark mahogany bed, and the sunlight beginning to filter through the windows. For a moment, I just wanted to crawl into bed, suckle on his cock and enjoy the feeling. He did this, in part, because he’d thought about expanding his sexual horizons and didn’t want to risk picking up some nasty bug.He had a difficult colleague at work. The man was something of a bully and extremely self-centered. Jim “adjusted” him. He could have caused him to commit suicide or commit a crime that would have gotten him jailed. Instead, he chose to make some minor adjustments to the man’s personality so that he was a better adjusted, happier, person.He didn’t do stupid things.