"It's a sexual issue."

"Actually, I think my problem isn't that... complicated." Holding my stomach, I winced. "It's a quick fix."

Mrs. Jannon looked down at me, having taken a closer step to observe how I was doing. "What do you mean?" She paused, then continued, "Migraines? Cramps?"

"No," I groaned. Even managed a decent mock-cough. "It's... a sexual issue."

For a moment, an odd cloud seemed to appear over Mrs. Jannon's eyes, before a strand of hair prickled over her eyelash and she drew it away. "Oh. You have a sexual issue."

"Yes. A sexual issue that can only be managed," I held my breath. "If a young, beautiful woman such as yourself would be so kind as to let me fuck you up your ass."

Mrs. Jannon shrugged. "Sounds fair."

I grinned.

"Great. Would you lift your skirt up for me so I could see where I'll be packing my things?" I commanded.

Her hands went down to the hem of her fitting skirt. With no-nonsense pragmatism, she pulled it up. "Now I expect you want me to turn?"

"How'd you know?"

"Don't be snarky," she warned as she proceeded to do just that, showing off her panty-clad ass to me, and full, slender pair of legs. She was a looker alright. And soon to be filled with my spunk. "I can still cite you for having a mouth, even if you're sick."

"Let's go find a table," I walked off.