John flicks a piece of his brown hair off his forehead and sits down in the chair across from my desk. His olive green shorts expose his hairy man legs, but the interesting thing is the purple Dragon tattoo circling itself up his calf. I can't bring myself to ask what would possess him to get such a tattoo, but I watch it move as he sits down and positions his legs.Grant definitely doesn't have any random dragons tattooed on him. If I could only fall for a guy like John. Devoted to helping the kids, even if he does receive a small paycheck. He's local. I like his brown hair. Of course those are pieces that pertain to Grant as well...even if I don't want to admit it.But try as I might I can't force feelings for John. Which is a pity. He'd probably get along well with Drew. Of course so does Grant. Drew told me he's on my side over the whole ordeal but four hours after Grant set up the Xbox the two of them were playing side by side on the couch.Grant has continued his quest to m

I sigh already knowing where this conversation is going. We've left the pleasant small talk portion of today's visit and gone straight to rehashing the past. Wonderful.It makes total sense because if I saw my daughter once a month I'd want to spend the time arguing with her. Even though I'm too tired to deal with this today, I let her continue because I've learned if I cut her off or get too impatient, she'll end the visit early. She may drive me insane, but she's also my mother and I only have these short moments with her until next month."Did you get the chance to contact your father?"It takes physical strength but I stop my eyes from rolling. It's her pet peeve and one I used to annoy her with all the time growing up."You ask this question every month." I look her dead in the eyes, hopeful this time she gets the point. "No."She sighs like I'm still the pubescent preteen I was the last time we lived together. "Clare when I got locked up I asked you to find him.""Mom

A shiver causes my body to tense and I wrap the comforter around me tighter. It's not even cool in the house, but whatever sickness has invaded my body since lunch has decided I'm an icicle. Or burning. My body can't decide.It's possible my immune system is getting revenge for all those times I pretended to have a summer cold. Turns out being sick in the summer really does suck. At least I always faked that part right.The doorbell chimes for the second time and I groan. I am not leaving my nice warm bed. There must be another person in this house who can answer a damn door."Drew!" I attempt a yell, but it comes out much more of a tiny screech barely heard in my bedroom let alone in the hallway.A third chime of the doorbell irritates me enough I throw back the covers and make the walk downstairs clutching my box of generic face tissues. I don't have money in the budget for the nice ones with the germ fighting lotion. Whoever dared ring the doorbell better hope the house is o

A loud slurping sound announces my delicious pouch of juice packed in today's lunch is finished. I give it another two good sucks decompressing the bag entirely to ensure I get every last drop. When I'm satisfied I toss the metallic pouch on top of the empty Lunchable container. The last two days were relegated to nothing but my recuperation. For the most part I'm better, a few small sniffles here or there, but the overwhelming desire to lie down and die has passed.My return to work was approved by both Grant and Drew because they are still under the delusion they get to boss me around. It's cute... until I decide it isn't and then both boys are in for a rude awakening.John peeks his head around the door to my office. "Hey, Clare, good to have you back. You have a visitor out front.""Thanks for filling in for me," I toss my trash in the basket next my desk. "Do you mind sending him back?" I'm not sure why Grant wouldn't just come in."No problem." He knocks on the edge of my

I shake my head. "Not yet." If I let him play, I'll lose control of the situation and I rather like being in control. "I want it fast and dirty.""I like fast and dirty," he says. His legs raise until he pushes my body further up his chest. "But trust me I can fuck you fast and dirty while getting a lick in too."He pulls my body down until I'm forced to reach a hand out to the headboard, bracing myself while he sticks his face in between my breasts. Grant licks a nipple and sucks hard, and I moan against the back of my hand.With two pant buttons undone Grant lowers my zipper slipping two fingers underneath my underwear. He rubs small slow circles as I grind against him on the bed until I've completely lost control of the situation. The tension taking over my body does not give a shit. He can have the control.Grant must feel it too because he flips me over, my back landing on the mattress and his rumpled sheets. He stands, stopping to lean on the edge of the bed, and in one h