I was wondering if you’d like to do dinner tomorrow. We’ve got a lot to talk about.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I quite fancied catching up prope...rly, in fact.’ The message ended with the digits of his personal mobile. ‘Yes, we have a lot to discuss,’ she said to the kettle. ‘Like why you’re trying to ruin my life, again. God!’ She ran her hands through her hair. The tiredness she’d felt was gone. She didn’t want to do dinner with Charles, no matter how much he quite fancied it. But still, she. In the light of day, when my inquiries and protestations began, any remaining 'evidence' had already been disposed of. My mother's clothes closet was empty and her bags were gone. There was no trace of any disagreement or struggle, let alone any remaining blood traces on the floor, which appeared astonishingly clean and newly polished. Even the bed of his pickup truck was freshly washed and scrubbed with not even the slightest spec of dirt, let alone blood. That truck had never been washed. I used to think he was being playful with me. Many of my girlfriends used to tell me that he has an eye for me and if he gets a chance he will fuck me.I already had a boyfriend so I did not pay much attention to them. But being my Sir and a well-built male with a good body, I was attracted to him in a respectful way.Many of you girls, will understand what I mean as many girls secretly love their male teachers and want to impress them. I also wanted to be in his good books so I often smiled at. As construction was still going on so no one> used to come generally. I took her to one isolated corner> and started to kiss her. She closed her eyes and responded> by opening her mouth. We french kissed for about 15 mins and> she was moaning. We both were loving the saliva of each> other. Then I could not control myself and put my hand on> her right boob. She immediately pulled away and said not> here. I asked her why then she said me to come to the> basement. When we went to the basement it.