He knew it was wrong to invade a woman's privacy but he had to make it up to her. He heard her shower stop and immediately knocked on the bathroom doo...r. Jen wrapped herself around her towel and slightly opened the door, "Vince? What do you want, you and I already said we were sorry?" "Jen I am so sorry for stopping the kiss, but you were right it was right it felt right, listen I've had a crush on you to and I have to make it up to you." He said confidently, walking into the bathroom and softly. ’ ‘Plenty of drunks do, I’m sure.’ ‘Just put some of the ice in it… here,’ he handed me a fresh glass. ‘Thank you.’ I looked at him for a moment, trying to figure how old he was. ‘Are you allowed to drink now? How old are you?’ ‘Old enough,’ he replied drolly. ‘You’re in university now, right?’ ‘I was…’ ‘You’ve dropped out?’ I lowered my voice to a more conspiratorial tone. ‘Well, you might say that.’ ‘What will Mr. Stanley say?’ ‘He doesn’t know about it yet… and he doesn’t need to know.’. “Unfortunately they are not natural,” she mumbled with embarrassment, withdrawing her hand. “What isn’t natural?” “My nails. I saw you looking at them.” “What?” “They got crumbly some time ago and I had them replaced with artificial once. Maybe I should have bought a more expensive model.” “These look quite good,” I said. Her lips turned up in a charming smile. After dropping on the bed, she snuggled against me. I felt her firm breasts pressing against me. My arms slipped instinctively. He never viewed himself as an exhibitionist and he was sure that Isabella was not either, but he did enjoy that others saw him in the buff, although he thought part of that was due to the understanding that it was all completely confidential on several levels and he supposed in part that it allowed him to relax and trust them. The help all seemed to welcome and trust him as he did them and he wondered if that was in part because he had been one of them, in reality he still maintained the garden.