I ask Fern, who is standing in the open doorway of the bedroom, once again wearing nothing but my shirt. Adding getting her stuff from her grandmother’s to the list of shit I need to get done today, I move to the kitchen and pull out some bread, peanut butter, and jelly, when she says, “Yes,” softly. “Come eat, and then we need to get dressed so we can head across town.” “Where are we going?” she questions, worrying a piece of hair between her fingers. “We’re meeting a friend of mine,” I say as I start to assemble her sandwich. “Okay,” she says, taking a seat on one of the barstools, watching me closely. “How much longer do you have in school?” “Three months, but I only have to go to two classes a day, in the afternoons.” “That’s good, baby. What did you want to do after graduation?” I inquire. “I was going to help Gramps out in his office over the summer then decide after that.” “You can help me in my office,” I state immediately, thinking about her sitting in front of me at my desk with her legs spread, showing me her pussy while I work on cases.
