The next day I walked into the office with a big smile on my face, though I probably had about three hours of sleep the night before. Every time I was getting ready to leave, he would do something to stop me. And it was not only about the s*x, we talked, got to know each other a little bit. We spoke about his time in foster homes, four of them in total. I told him about my life, being an only child to a mother who did not want to be a parent.
Yes, she had been there for me financially, put me through school, but the moment I was ready to stand on my own two feet, she had up and left. It has been six years and I have not heard anything from her, I am not even sure if she is alive!
'That smile!' Sarah commented as she fell into step with me. 'What were you up to last night?'
I laughed
