"I stammered, "Maybe... I don't know... I only asked Mom if there was a waythat they could help you out... I was thinking that maybe they coulddefend ...you pro bono or something..." I then realized what Mom had done andcovered my face in my hand. I told him, "I know how she figured out a wayto help..."Brett told me, "Jordan I know you all want to help... We don't wanthandouts though..."I shook my head. "Dude, trust me this way isn't a handout. Mom or theTomlinson's don't work that way... I. I was feeling more aroused than ever as we made the short trip home. Once home, I could not wait to get out of my wet clothes and whilst Baz was also getting changed, I decide to dress as a naughty schoolgirl, wearing a white shirt, a tie belonging to Baz and some really nice black lingerie. I finished the look with a pair of black lace top stockings. Drying my hair with a towel, I decided to tie it back. I really enjoyed dressing up now and again. Walking downstairs, I walked into the lounge,. ’ ‘How is that? He is your nephew isn’t he?’ ‘He is not blood Mister La Salle,’ she explained, staring deep into his eyes before being distracted by a black coated aging gentleman with mutton chop whiskers. ‘Ah Mister Quelch, at last.’ * Adam quickly concluded his business in a private room of the hotel and went back through the lobby hoping that Jayne might be there or, as appealingly, William. Neither were. He took a cab to his quarters in Harvard, which the university provided free of. Tom is out of town on business for a few days. When he is here he quenches the fires that rage in me each night. When he is gone I get so damn lonely especially when I slide in between the sheets.I looked for you as I checked each chat site. I looked for that avatar that sends my heart racing. Needed you to chat into my hot passion of that moment. To satisfy my need as you have done every time in the past. Needed your words to guide my hands over and in my naked body. Baby! Needed you bad to.