“Can I just get my work done so I can type it up?”“Not until you tell me,” she flipped her long red hair back and folded her arms over her mod...est chest.‘Fine,” I said quietly. “Jen said she’s still not ready to be my girlfriend, and I don’t know if she ever will be.”“Hmmmm.” she made a thoughtful noise.“Can I finish my work now?”“No,” she said flatly. “Talk to me.”“What do you want me to say?”“Are you giving up?”“I dunno. Probably,” I said glumly.“Did she say ‘no,’ or ‘not now?’”“Not now, I. “Hi, Grandpa Fred!” Bryan said. Like all the boys and girls who worked at The Lumberjack, Bryan knew the rules. He closed the door and locked it, dropped the towels on the floor, and, grinning wickedly at Fred, kicked his sandals off his feet, and pulled his t-shirt up and off. Then he pushed his gym shorts down and Fred watched his little boycock pop up and twitch. Bryan kicked his shorts aside and stood, naked, by the front door. Fred salivated.Bryan reached down and scooped up the towels.. ” Kshitiz said.I looked at him for a minute, he was all sweaty and I could see him trembling with anticipation as he awaited my reply.“Okay, but if you try anything I’m calling the cops.” I said.“You don’t have to worry about that.” Kshitiz said.We went to my bedroom and he sat in a chair at the end of my bed. I was nervous as I began to undress. I wasn’t attracted to him at all, in fact he disgusted me, but he was completely obsessed with me and doing this would allow me to live basically rent. ‘Come on in, George,’ she said. ‘It’s open.’ I opened the door and Jeri was dressed in her normal attire: jeans, tee-shirt, and sneakers. ‘Uh, I thought we were going out,’ I said confused. We’d planned to go to a club. The music they normally played at those places wasn’t my cup of tea. But Jeri had somehow survived the indoor driving range and came out unscathed. Quid pro quo. ‘I changed my mind,’ said Jeri. ‘Woman’s prerogative.’ ‘Oh? Quiet night at home?’ I teased. ‘Not if I can help it,’.