Shoot." I looked at Tatiana--my expression asking, what's up with this? She just shrugged."James. I was here working with Richard and he started to ge...t ... a little rude with me." Sarah said. Tatiana's ears perked up--she looked concerned. I thought "rude" was a vague word, so I just chuckled."Ok. Go on..." I said."Well, we were here working on the sales stuff, and he put his arm around my chair, you know. And it was a bit close. Then he started playing with my hair--which was weird, but it. "This is your daughter you sick bastard!" I remind myself."Well princess, that's a tough one. So you're think you're ready to have sex sometimes? Oh my little girl is growing up ... I guess I shouldn't be surprised."I feel that I'm babbling so I try to stay focused. I stroke her hair some more, mental pictures of a cock sliding inside her pussy filling my mind before I banish them. "The hard part is that guys will say pretty much anything they can, no actually they will say anything, anything. Finally, in what a psychiatrist might have classified as regression, he went back to patrolling the forest again. He felt that, if given the time to be alone and think about things, he might finally be able to decide what to do. Because he was attracted to the women, he rose before they did, and left to walk for miles.For Mindy, this was mildly frustrating ... but she could live with it. She knew she couldn’t force him into anything, and she was still ambivalent about it all, anyway. He did not. My girlfriend had left me, turns out when I wasn't making money I wasn't much good to her anyway, so this job was more than just a new job, it was a new start entirely. I flagged the bus down, paid my fare and took one of the few remaining seats at the back. The butterflies in my stomach felt like they were trying to escape, I couldn't remember the last time I was this nervous. The bus grumbled along the road almost throwing me out of my seat as we bounced over pot-holes and cracks. The sun.