It proceeded into the typical ‘thank God the week is almost over’ to more ‘how was your weekend?’ type of conversation. I gave typical one wo...rd answers (‘Yes.’ ‘Fine.’), but she persisted. I’m a private person and I do not make friends easily, in fact, my husband says I’m the only woman he’s ever known that doesn’t make plans to go shopping with friends or spend hours gabbing on the phone. In truth, the extent of female companionship in my life extends to my co-workers, but they are younger. “Susan engaged herself a lawyer and the two attorneys hammered out a deal where she got a little less support for the child when born, plus a life insurance policy owned by her, but paid by the man who got her pregnant. That happened a little over five years ago. It wasn’t too costly for the man, all things considered the way things have turned out.” Gracie grinned at me and then tacked on, “And the bastard is now dead.”I didn’t say anything because it wasn’t my place to say anything. Grace. He is well strong. I started dreaming my father fucking me very hard and I was screaming loudly. It felt me so good while thinking about my father.I thought If it was real, how much I would I enjoy. Now I was planning if I were to able to seduce my father then I would make him agreed to not get married me with that guy. I need more time to get married.I slept thinking my plan. Tomorrow morning I got a call from my father that he would come to visit me very soon. I planned everything and would. ” “Meditate, collect your thoughts,” he finished my sentence. Wow, have I been speaking out loud? “Yes, indeed,” I muttered. Damn! He's gorgeous and his perfume mixed with the coffee scent so perfectly. My palms were sweating. He was standing really close to me now, his elbow touching mine. I shivered. “Are you cold?” he asked. I was taken aback. How does he notice the smallest details? “Er, no, it's just, well nothing, maybe I'm still a bit chilly from the rain, you know.” I flashed a nervous.