” We grinned deliriously and she added, “Now how can I not piss you off in the future?”I chuckled, “Sorry, I must have just had a stick up my ...ss.”“No, now you have a stick up your ass once a week. It’s clearly not that.”I laughed in surprise, for in the past such a comment would have irked me, and she smiled triumphantly and said, “You really are easier to be with.”I thought and said, “I used to feel superior to you. I thought you were trivial and silly.”“You mean ‘cute.’”“Yes.”“I like being. She knows how much we wants to see the way the lace hugs her hard nipples, how badly he wants to run his fingers, his tongue, around her nipples.She imagines him standing behind her, slipping his hands over her shoulders, inside her bra. The camera clicks again as her hands slip inside the bra. Her nipples throb with delight as she pinches them gently, rolling them as she knows he would.She steps out of the dress and turns around in front of the mirror. Would he like the panties she chose for. Staci swung her feet up on the far arm of the couch and lay her head down on Jill's lap. Reaching out, she grabbed the remote and powered on the TV. The two girls were joined a moment later by Leigh, who took up her customary position sitting on the floor with her back against the couch on the end near Staci's feet. The three girls watched in silence for a while before Jill got up to get ready for work."What time are you getting off," called Staci as Jill left the room.Jill paused, thinking. The project was beginning to wear down. The lawns needed cutting. Much of the shrubbery had died or withered. The clump of thick shrubs and saplings that once stood beside the building was replaced by an extension of the parking area. I thought about the day I had tried, in a rage, to uproot a shrub with my bare hands. Some of the trees were gone. Martha had cradled my bleeding head against her breast. The memories were fewer now, gentler. I was staying away from them. They slowed me down, so I.