"Zoe?" Jessica asked. "You awake?" Come in," Zoe moaned, wincing from the light that flooded into the roomas Jessica opened the door."Feeling any bett...r?" Jessica asked softly."Not really," Zoe moaned. "Not throwing up any more..." Well that's something, at least!" Jessica joked, sitting on the edge ofZoe's bed. "You do look a little better." I really..." Zoe sighed. "...Really don't want to go back to worktomorrow..." Is it really THAT bad?" Jessica asked."The hours are long, the passengers. You're a bit nervous as I'm right there and I'm rubbing your thigh through your slacks and you gently push my hand away. I'm very determined to give you the best breakfast ever and I'm not at all concerned about the boss being there. It makes me more excitedly aroused and I continue to massage your thighs and I gradually moved toward your bulge which has become much bigger. I keep touching you and you try to fight me off but you can't and you have to finally surrender.I reach up to your zipper. I let her stay as she was for a while, taking a few moments to rearrange some of my tools on their rack alongside one wall of the cellar. Eventually I turned to Nicola."I should explain," I said, "that I consider you to be an intelligent woman. It is just that you have not yet focussed that intelligence as your husband needs and as a result it has been more of a problem than a benefit to you – at least as far as your married life is concerned. Generally speaking I will not tell you what you. Nuh-uh,” she laughed. “It’s fun, but I would NOT welcome all the practices and traveling to away games. I have MUCH more important stuff to do HERE, and I need to get the hours for my flight test.”Now there’s this HUGE frame (well not THAT huge – it’s Dana’s jersey, after all) in her office, captioned with the score, 5-2, and the jersey’s signed by all the team and the coaches.Jason’s turn:I shouldn’t be surprised anymore. Trouble-maker #1 started it, as usual. Who’s #1? C’mon, folks, think.