We’re a lot like men in some ways. We’ve got hair under our arms and between our legs. See?” And she spread her legs widely apart to again sh...w him the thick bush of pussy hair growing above her fat, shaved pubis. It was all shiny with sweat and their combined drippings. She leaned forward and brought her armpit to his face. “Smell me, Billy.” The boy eagerly did so, inhaling the strong fragrance of her perspiration. Inez laughed. “You’re a fast learner, honey. I like. Lying in the dark Tera thought of the other phone calls during the day.Four times Michael had called Valerie. Each time the conversations were short, seemingly routine questions about the school, the job, location of things, he had told her of the boathouse being closed, etc. Each time she could see the change in Michael, the softening of his demeanor, the easy smile afterwards, Valerie was by Tera's estimation a very lucky woman.Tera drifted to sleep that night with her hand on her shoulder,. Someone at the lab asks her, "What's going on between you two?" She hesitates. In the corner, I smile."We're just friends," she replies.She had to think about it? "What is going on between the two of us?"Time for a not-so innocent move, preferably a not-particularly original ploy because classics are what they are for good reasons. My favorite is flowers, strange flowers to be original. Not flowers someone always gives a woman: roses, or carnations. Lilies, maybe HUGE sunflowers."I could not. We kiss, friendly not sexual, perhaps the hug a little longer on my part than necessary and refusing my offer of coffee we sit for just a moment both taking in the truth of the years of messages, the year`s of wondering, probing, and questioning. I give over a bunch of flowers, not service area flowers, a small token but I can see they mean a lot. We haltingly chat for a moment most of the questions already covered by our fingers on keys over the past months. I thank her for this opportunity.