It really shouldn’t have surprised him. After all this time, it was only to be expected. He needed something else—someone else, to make him comple...te. He sought… companionship.Of course, he’d had companions before, but the last one had departed many years ago—before he’d come to the New World. Previously, there had never been an expectation of permanence. Now, though, he wanted to share his knowledge, his power—his existence—with another. Someone—and he recognised the irony here—who matched his. Occasionally, with his hand, he would caress her breasts and cup them – giving even better access for his tongue to tease or gently suck at their nipples. Their bodies so entwined, her hands moved softly along his body, exploring, caressing – teasing at his own nipples – until finally reaching their prize, his still trapped cock, concealed but increasingly prominent. They quickly liberated it, and examined it more closely. Before she could continue her studies to more advanced levels, her. He was on the board of a private school that dealt with children or young adults who were trying to get their lives together. It was for those who had made the tough decision to try to get a high school diploma after run-ins with the law. It was a kind of boarding school for miscreants. Since we both had advanced degrees and plenty of experience, he got us a chance to interview for the positions and we were accepted.We would be taking over as the “Headmaster” and “Dean” of the school. I. So he stripped off and put on his swim trunks and left the room. Due to it being summer and all I had brought with me a new Tommy Bahama Solid in orange. His favorite color. I put it on, made two calls and left the room taking my phone and the key with me. I no more than opened the door and heard a huge commotion outside only to step back in and go to the window and see these Hispanics and African-american guys fighting and brandishing guns. Good heavens! It was like watching a movie. I.