But she knows, I just know it. The way she keeps looking at me from time to time, with that look of lowly pity... and disgust.Well what the hell does ...she want from me? Not everyone can be as good as she is! Not every one can be righteous and sinless. I have to pay the bills somehow.Besides, what's it too her that I do what I do? She doesn't know the hours I put in the gym, toning my body to perfection. She doesn't know how it's like performing before a bunch of salivating men. Its hard work.. One fateful Saturday morning I had missed looking on the schedule sheet and there were no lessons that day but since I was already there the coach told me I could stay a little while and help clean and organize stuff for an upcoming meet. I was good with that. He told me to scrub up the men's change room. He said he had already sprayed out some soap and germ killer and told me to scrub it down and rinse it off. I went to it and after a while I got the whole area clean and looking good. I sat. "Oh my gawd Dave," she said giggling, "I've never came like that before. Shit, you didn't even touch my pussy. How'd you do that to me?" Musta been all that pent up frustration, "said Dave, smiling."Shit if that's all it takes I'll go celibate for another 5 months!" That would be a shame to have to do that," quipped Dave. "Now that the frustration's gone, maybe I should make you cum again and see if it is just the lack of sex." Aw, "she said, "a scientific approach. Well, who am I to stand in. Ma cheffe avait un air suffisamment sévère lorsqu'elle m'a convoquée pour ne pas avoir peur de l'avenir. Surtout que depuis sa récente arrivée, elle avait prévenu que des têtes allaient tomber et la mienne allait peut-être être la première. Je dois à tout prix valider ce stage, il est essentiel pour obtenir mon BTS en prestations sanitaires et sociales. Si je veux travailler à la Croix Rouge ensuite, je ne dois pas décevoir ma maîtresse de stage.Il faut dire que mes résultats ne sont vraiment.