It was a beautiful mauve color which brought out the brown in his eyes. His beautiful, gorgeous eyes… I admired his broad, muscular chest with awe a...d pleasure. It didn´t seem like the chest of a 40 something, but more the chest of a 20 something…. I softly rubbed my fingertips on his chest, drawing soft circles around his nipples. A soft moan came out of his mouth, which I soon joined with mine, and we got lost in another kiss. Heaven was nothing in comparison with this feeling of tenderness,. ”“How does that help?”“It would piss him off more than words can say. Plus, I hear there’s a secret room behind a bookcase.”I knew exactly what room he was talking about. Maybe it was because I was just drunk enough to not be thinking clearly, or that I was still pissed off with Dwight for fucking Candice first and doing such a shitty job with me, but I said, “Yeah sure, what the hell.”Jeremy led me to the library, pulled the book, and led me back upstairs to the room I had lost my virginity in. Ann had done what she could to be a ‘best sister’—and Ellen had kept putting her off. Ellen had always seemed to go for the surface pleasures, nothing really meaningful. And Ann had to admit that she’d been openly judgmental about that—probably far too often. But it was Christmas. Ann always hoped for the best, especially at Christmas time. It had been the one season in her family during which she had been happy—because the spirit of Christmas had always given her hope. No matter what was. "The girl's folks want to meet you some time, but I don't think we're going to get any static about going out with them again. It was kind of funny," he went on, "Watching both of them trying to keep from getting caught with Big Mac on their breath."With that vision in mind, Sunday afternoon went a little bit better, although it was a short jump to visualizing Amy and Marsha playing volleyball. The afternoon was broken up by several people calling or dropping by mostly to offer congratulations.