"Are you OK, Ruthie?" I guess." And I'd guess not. You don't look OK to me."Ruthie looked away. Her eyes were full of tears, but she did not want him ...to see."I mean ... if it's not too personal, you might as well tell me what happened." It's nothing ... really ... an accident ... I sort of got into an accident yesterday." Yeah, I gathered that. That's a pretty bad scrape you've got on your knee..."Ruthie nodded."You put some medicine on it?"She nodded again."Actually, it's my shoulder I'm. He placed his drink down and then slid his hand through the waste band of my shorts and started stroking my cock. He then used his other hand to slowly pull down my shorts and under wear then pulled them completely off leaving me there with a very hard cock sticking out and a t shirt on. He took a swig of his drink then got down on his knees and starting licking my balls and shaft before slowly taking it into his mouth. I pulled my t shirt off and grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it up. “Why not?” I asked, continuing to push the issue. “You always talk about how you hate your boss, how big of a douchebag he is, how badly he treats you.”“I-it,” she was struggling to get her words out. “It’s not that simple, Dave.”“Did you not even notice I moved out today?” I said, dropping the bombshell.“You did what?” she asked. She really did sound shocked.“I packed a bag, cleaned out my stuff and moved out in the middle of the night last night. I’m staying at a hotel.”“Why? Why would you do. Jim seemed a little un easy. I could tell he was nervous. Tomorrow we would be in a court room defended his daughter. “I am glad you decided to tag along with me Norrik” he told me. I smiled. “I am just glad I can help you sir.” Jim laughed, I didn’t know why. “You called me sir. Your not in the Nam boy.” I now saw the humour in it. His smile went away and he took out that picture of Fox. “She never could control her temper” He said. I could tell what he was about to say could be important..