It was then that I saw the bruise on the side of her face.“What happened to you?” I gasped.“It’s nothing. I just needed to leave.”“Dad?”... I asked.“Boyfriend. Brian. He was drunk. He didn’t mean to.” She replied softly.I opened my mouth and then shut it. I didn’t know anything about domestic abuse or drunk boyfriends. She hadn’t asked for my help but had offered hers.“So what happened to do? Did you just fall down the hill? I don’t recognize you. What are you doing here?” She asked, turning. Linda was going be my official secretary while I was here. Gordon Decker was to be my escort to all official functions. Gordon, Andy informed me, had brought several suits and tuxes and had taken dance as a college course.Gordon was a likable fellow and seemed to get along with anybody and was in great physical shape. He also spoke three languages of the 7 that I also spoke. Like most of my men, Gordon had done time in the sand box; we had a lot in common.Protocol required that I have four body. I shook my head. “That’s not how this works,” I said simply. “Consider it a trust-building exercise. I have pieces of the picture. Which ones and how many are for me to know right now. When you’ve told me your story, If there are pieces that don’t match up, then I can decide if they’re important enough that you’re hiding things or if they could have slipped your mind. Like I said, this conversation is about creating a foundation to build a relationship on. One of the things I meant was that you. "And then he suggested that I should be the one to remove Mike's trousers... before he got on top of me." She relished the phrase, letting it linger expectantly on her tongue.Another twitch by my uncontrollable cock; Another laugh came from Sue."And finally, he suggested that I take Mike's trousers while we are both standing and then we get on the couch." She smiled, then bit her lower lip. "So, you see, we had quite a few alternatives to explore. Before he got on top of me, as I said." She.