Before she'd had met that jerk, Joe--if that's even his real name--, the object of Sara's desires was Steve, a manager from work who seemed to be seei...ng the department admin, Jennifer. They'd sneak all around, but everybody at work whispered about them. While it seemed Steve was pursuing Jennifer, it was obvious to Sara that Jennifer was doing whatever she could to get into his pants. For some time, Jennifer had been dressing as sexy as she could, walking that walk, and taking every opportunity. I can understand the agony she was going through due to the loss of only son. Not knowing how to console her, I placed my hand on her shoulders and wiped her tears. She leaned on to my chest burying her face. I hugged and put my hand on her head stroking to console her and thought, ‘let her cry out’. She was hugging me tightly, an intimate hug, reaching fully around hands, arms, and even forearms touching. The grasp is soft and gentle yet firm. My fingers dipped into her big hair bun. Hair bun. ‘Yes, Will, and you will never see me again, so, why are names that important?’ he finished, and raised his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes in return, and crossed my arms angrily. ‘They just are, I said, and let out an exasperated sigh. His bright green eyes looked me over as I stood there. ‘Fine. Be all secretish. If you’ll excuse me, I have someone I must meet.’ I walked off quickly, looking over my shoulder several times to my rescuer. He stood as still as a statue where I left him, his. I was looking at pictures of a sexy girl in a bikini, shot before I was even born, but I realised my cock was half hard. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been with a girl since about a week before my girlfriend left me, but I looked up at Lauren, and said, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve actually kept your figure pretty well.” I said it with a smile, in a casual kind of way, so she wouldn’t think I was some young perve with a mother complex, but she just smiled, and said,.