"Okay, uh. It's up to you anyway. Um, Mrs. Brocken, I need you to sign here and ... here, please."He approached me slowly, crouching and pointing with... his finger as he held the clipboard. The pen was awkward in my hand and I had to remember how to hold one, and I almost smiled as I carefully wrote my name in the places I was supposed to."I need your last name signed too," he told me and I blinked at him with some confusion. "Brocken, right? Like this? That's your name, right?"The grey man was. There was no story I could come up with that seemed even remotely acceptable so I decided I would need to do the most humiliating thing of all: be honest with him again. ‘So I’m really sorry I made you feel bad. The worst part for me is that I don’t know for sure why I did it. I think I’m afraid of you.’ That was true. ‘I think I’m afraid I could have really strong feelings for you.’ That was baseless speculation. I got no response from him. Again, I needed to do more. ‘It’s just, I’m afraid,. I want to see you pissin on the loo.”“Oh you are a naughty guy. No one has ever seen me on the loo before this not even my cat when I was young.”“You have a choice let me see you piss or we can stop this now and you will regret it. Your choice. What do you say?”“Oh if you put it like that. You can be the first to see me piss.”“Good. And when you are dropping your slacks and knickers make sure its sexy. Get right out of them turn round and bend over making sure your legs are wide apart. The. ‘I think you kiss quite nicely, Philip, I’m rather enjoying this,’ I whispered as I slid down sideways on the sofa, kissing him more as we became more horizontal. I maneuvered up over him as I kissed him, then began kissing his neck and licking around his throat. ‘You can feel my breasts, I’d love that,’ I whispered as he slowly slid his hand under my tube top. I went ahead and pulled it down, uncovering my boobs as I raised up, putting them in his face and rubbing them around. ‘You are so.