A long awaited Encounter
"No more interruptions," he said, as he closed the door behind him. "Do you have any other songs you'd like to sing to me, Jared?" I asked, leaning forward so that my cleavage was right in his sight-line. I saw him glance at my chest. He blushed sweetly, and looked away. "It's hot in here," he claimed. "Don't you find it hot in here?" "Not yet," I replied, "but we might be able to solve that problem." Again, Mr. Little blushed. "Can I tell you something, Jared?" I...