His kiss melted my resolve. I didn’t want him to stop. I turned around and he pinned my shoulders to the wall. ‘Tell me you love me.’ He demande...d. ‘NO.’ I asserted. ‘The last time I told you I loved you, you left me.’ I opened my eyes with a start, slightly nauseous, and hit the alarm. ‘God damn it.’ I swore to myself. ‘Stay fucking out of my dreams. I’m Ok, but it isn’t fair when you visit my dreams.’ I announced to the empty room, throwing my quilt off, and sliding out of bed, refusing to. She didn’t see herself as gorgeous, though. She was in too much pain. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.James, how could you do this to me?Allison recognized that lost, dejected look. She fished out a business card from her purse.“Call this guy. He will do wonders for you. He helped me tremendously.”With a tear in her eye, the girl looked at the card, then at Allison a bit suspiciously.“Life coach? What’s that?”“Someone who can get you on track, make you realize that you have more worth. She could feel his swelling cock and groped at it. It quivered at her touch and stiffened up harder inside bland white briefs. ‘Ah…’ she said in a whisper. ‘THIS is what I want! Lie back and get your pants off.’ He looked up from her tits in slight surprise, then obeyed, lying back and wriggling out of his slacks. Christi stood up over him. She had worn jeans, not thinking of the possibility of this happening, and made a mental note to wear skirts to work in the future. But she made a show of. She was in her early thirties, had a pleasant smile, and a large, protruding belly underneath her green satin shirt. Nick dropped his gaze to her stomach and silently sucked in his breath. ‘Hi ya,’ she said in a pleasantly soft British accent. She was English! His heart skipped a bit. ‘Hi.’ Quickly remembering his manners, he offered his hand to her. ‘I’m Georgina.’ ‘I’m Nick.’ Georgina happily shook his hand. ‘Nice to meet you, Nick.’ ‘Nice to meet you,’ said Nick, still stunned someone.