“You OK?” Deedee asked me quietly, covering my hand with her own in concern.Snapped out of my reverie for the moment, I looked at her and pondered... her question.I turned my hand over beneath hers, lacing our fingers together. “I was OK for quite a while. Now, I’m great.”We looked into each others eyes and just smiled.“Get a room!” I heard Mike bellow from my old table. Suddenly the bridge of my nose had an itch only my middle finger could scratch.After checking and double-checking my equipment. One evening the Nigerians asked why they had not imported their car from America and sold it in Nigeria. This couple had not really thought of but the Nigerians explained how it worked and how they could import 'tax free' and sell at a much better price than their car cost in America even after shipping costs.Cautiously they asked around other Americans at the embassy and discovered this was 'legitimate' and many of the staff had done it so they went ahead using the Nigerians as 'agents.' Their. He waited until his cock was soft and he came around the desk and forced me to clean him off. As I sucked Ted's cock clean I had to listen to Joe making more of his nasty comments.Ted was finally satisfied that his cock was clean enough. He ordered me to my feet and handed me my dress. He and Joe watched my reverse strip show closely as I got dressed. When I was once more presentable Ted and I left Joe's office. Ted returned to our office. I went to the ladies room and cleaned up a little. Then. You remember. Okay. How many currents?”“On this one, just three ... One source.”“Great. Now we talked about impedance...”And I got a lesson and later I overheard him telling Dad that teaching ME makes him a better tech.Wow! I’m a positive influence to outsiders.At the end of the day, Dad and I drove home. Well, HE drove. I’m fourteen. I can’t even get a learner’s permit until my next birthday. Haley’s got an intermediate license. It’s got restrictions, but none that bother us.“Dad ... Good day.