Don’t think so.”My heart was racing at that moment, my head not being able to keep up. I needed to steady myself by putting both hands on the sofa... in front of me as I felt a bit giddy. After a few seconds I was able to catch myself, got up on my knees again and had a look at the little butt of hers. That was when I noticed that I had moved my finger just next to the bruises earlier. That could clearly be seen in the distribution of the ointment. But I did not have time to think too long about. That way people felthappier to talk than they would in the shop.I liked to ensure things were done properly and I think sometimes thismeant it was difficult for me to unwind or have fun.I remember one Wednesday Gemma came home from school and complained toher Mum and I about how the teacher had spent some time telling the classabout how some children were gay, some were lesbian and some weretransgendered. Gemma wanted us to complain about the teacher to theschool as she was very sure that she. The moment I saw them, I went crazy.I ran close to her taking one nipple directly into my mouth and other into my hand. While sucking one boob, I was playing with the nipple of the other boob. She started showing her excitement and giving out sounds of pleasure. She was running her fingers in my hair, while I worked around taking off her clothes.Turned her around, realized that we are enjoying so much that we’re standing in front of the mirror. I turned her around and have seen ourselves in the. “I wish I could,” I replied, “but bartenders are not allowed to drink and serve.”“Well,” she pressed, “Why don’t we find a more private place where we won’t have to worry about breaking any laws?’Damn.“I have an office,” I replied. “Want to check it out?”She flashed her toothy smile.“Yes,” she replied, slipping off the bar stool.I made my way to the end of the bar and told Mike, my main bartender, that I was going to retire to the office for a little bit. I used my code word “retire” meaning.