But now there was something else. He couldn't put his finger onit, but it was definitely there. That night, back in his little apartmenthe slept like ...a baby. His dreams were vivid and comforting. Whatever washappening was very good, that much Bob knew. Instead of a large coffeefrom the corner shop on the way into work the next morning, a mug offragrant scented tea seemed more in order. Even on that second day hedidn't notice the looks that his graceful, almost balletic movementscaused among the. Big. Wow," she said.I blushed.And then without warning, she turned around and walked towards the shower. All I could do was stare at this young girl's little ass. I felt so fucking stupid. I knew the consequences. The shit that would happen if someone found out. And whatever the fuck the reason was, I was standing there looking at her. She walked into the shower. She reached up, started washing her hair, and was covered with water. Her petite teenage body was all wet, dripping, and she smiled.I. ‘How are you holding up?’ his father asked quietly. ‘OK … well … not really. I’m a mess.’ he answered wearily. ‘I’m angry and hurt and confused. I don’t know what to do next. I feel completely helpless. I never dreamed I’d lose her. No warning.’ he looked at his father with tears in his eyes. ‘I can’t imagine.’ his father said sympathetically. ‘Why don’t we get out of here and head home?’ he suggested. Steve nodded and took his father’s bag and headed out toward the parking lot shuttle. When. I silenced it and looked who it was. Jen! At a Friday at 11:45am?! I closed my door (a luxury that some don’t have) and quietly answered “Hello?” Jen answered “Hey, it’s Jen. Can you talk?” “Sure, what’s up? You alright?” My paternal instincts took over. Giggling on the other end “Yeah silly. I’m in Chicago! I want to see you for lunch.” I couldn’t believe my ears. And I felt a playful twitch in my cock. In fact, he took over. “How soon can you be at my place?” I asked. “I’m sitting in my taxi.