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blackmail, arm-twisting, a little tears, whatever it took, she was going to see George married before she grew too old and died. George had definitely seen something in this Jennifer girl, hence the kiss she saw them shared.
    Jennifer didn’t know how she was going to react to seeing George again. She had totally given up on him, though her pussy hadn’t. She still wet her panties with delightful juices whenever she thought of that day in his office. He’ll probably have a smug smile on his face, considering he had totally bested her at her game. Whatever, she would still have to face him someday. Better today, than later.
    “Hey man ,” George chorused into the phone like a schoolboy. He was a schoolboy all over again whenever he spoke with his eldest brother. His brothers were always happy to hear from him, too bad he never called often enough. He called hear the screams, “I want to talk to uncle Georgetown,” filtering in from the other side of the phone.
    “I’m in Portugal, mom had a medical emergency ,” he quickly added before his brother would think of giving him heat for not calling often enough.
    “Sorry, I left in rush that’s why I’m calling from the airport ,” he explained when his brother tried to berate him for flying out without dropping a message.
    “No, I’ll see her in 20 minutes. I’ll call immediately I see her,” George added and hung up.
    “Hey mom ,” George eased into the hospital room. Presenting Millicent with the bouquet of lilies he had gotten for her.
    “My darling son ,” Millicent screeched from the bed. Opening up her arms for a big mother and son hug.
    He hated hugs, but how could a son ever explain that to a mother. “Hello Jennifer ,” he said calmly on spotting Jennifer at the other end of the bed. Suddenly all those pent up feelings came rushing back. What’s with this unusually high libido, George wondered. Seventeen fucks in one week ought to be enough for any stud. “Arrrgh,” he groaned inwardly.
    Jennifer didn’t know what to feel on seeing George. She had hours to prepare herself mentally for the reunion, but somehow her mind was in shambles. This was the guy who had effectively screwed her with his fingers. He seemed content saying nothing beyond the brief “hello” to her. She had to get used to his aloofness, besides she didn’t want to arouse Milly’s curiosity.
    Milly could feel the atmosphere around her change. Had these two been up to something? Did they share more than that brief kiss she had secretly witnessed? Well, if they’ve been pulling stunts behind her back, she was just going to give them more room to pull some more.
    George loved his mom, but he totally hated her little games. Why make him fly so far because of a simple sprain that would heal within a few days? Why not just call him up and tell him she wanted to play catch-up or was it hook up considering that Jennifer girl was with her. Now he was saddled with the task of taking them to dinner.
    No dress conveyed an “ I’m over your little stunt and still rocking” message like a little red dress. Jennifer added a little curl to her hair, put on her most wicked set of pump shoes and headed downstairs to join Millicent and George.
    Again his mother had played him. He showed up at 7 pm just as they had agreed only for her to inform him that she just had dinner because she had gotten hungry a bit earlier. She had however, insisted he take Jennifer to the dinner. Women and endless scheming. He’ll try and survive dinner, after which he’ll run off to take care of some paper work.
    Maybe Millicent was having a little trouble coming down on her own, Jennifer thought on spotting George all alone in the lobby. How she hated to be left alone with George, the memories it evoked. Good thing, they’ll have to wait surrounded by other people, that would help her keep herself in check. She wasn’t sure she could be alone with him and not try to jump his bones, the man did have a