" Angela sat beside him on the couch and placed a familiar hand on his thigh. "I hardly ever talk to you, Mike. And your my best friend's son."Mike's ...ood changed completely when he saw her in the bikini. His face was flushed and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of her long, tapering legs and slim waist and mouthwatering tits. The big bulge in his pants had grown a lot stiffer, as if his cock was about to explode from his zipper."That's f-fine with me, Mrs. Moore." Mike. The air knocked her to the floor and the zapper caused her to cry out.Another hit from behind spun me, Lump was back on his feet, he smacked me square in the chest again. The suit meant the punch didn't hurt but it knocked me into a wall and caused me to bash my head which really hurt. I saw stars for a moment and when they cleared I made a mental note to add a helmet or hat or something to the next iteration of my suit. Lump came at me some more knocking me down. I fended off the worst of his. " He turned to Denise. "As always, your colleagues have had a collection and have bought you a leaving present and a card."He handed over a small box wrapped in some fancy blue metallic paper and a large card. Denise set the card down on the canteen counter for the moment, and opened the box.Inside was a small ceramic figurine of a dancer, with golden red hair and wearing a long red flowing dress. The box was labelled "Giuseppe Armani" and "I Could Have Danced All Night". Denise took a look at. April, mercifully, broke the silence. "Why don't you sit down, George?" she asked gently.I looked around the room for someplace to sit, unsuccessfully. Ann lived in a single, just like I did, and they were pretty sparse on furniture. Not seeing much of a choice, I gently sat on the half of the bed that April wasn't occupying, pulling one leg up and sitting sideways.Another hundred things to say ran through my mind. Naturally, my brain chose the least-intelligent sounding one."You... you're....