Don’t ask me why or what l was thinking, but l put my hand onto her leg and blurted out how l liked her, l was waiting to be told that remark will c...st me a year’s detention, but she pulled me to her tits then kissed me on the lips the next thing l know Mrs Renauld’s is pushing me away apologising how sorry she was for kissing me the whole thing was mind blowing, my legs were like jelly, l must have looked a bit off colour because Mrs Renauld’s asked if l needed to go home, well if l had the. "Ah ... no. Thank you," I replied."Are you okay?" Bea asked softly, obviously referring to what had just happened with Sydney."I'm fine," I replied again. "Uh ... how's Sydney?" She'll be okay. I sent her home," Bea told me. She paused, then slipped into her fake cornpone lilt and began to explain."That girl, she done built a big ol' wall around her heart after her husband went and got hisself killed in da war. And she ain't never let no one in. That is, 'til a certain, well-endowed young rogue. MOVIE STARS do it on film.MUSICIANS do it with rhythm.NONSMOKERS do it without huffing and puffing.NURSES call the shots.OCEANOGRAPHERS do it down under.OPERATORS do it person-to-person.OPTOMETRISTS do it face-to-face.PAINTERS do it with longer strokes.PARAMEDICS PHOTOGRAPHERS do it with a flash.PHYSICISTS do it with uniform harmonic motion.PILOTS keep it up longer.PLUMBERS do it under the sink.POLICEMEN like big busts.POLITICIANS do it for 4 years then have to get re-erected.POSTMEN come. Not a word had been spoken between the two since entering Tuck’s motel room. All the communication necessary had been carried out between the eyes, the lips and the hands.Their hands now roamed madly over reach other’s bodies as their kissing became ever more physically passionate and in their rush to get each other’s clothes off they tossed them haphazardly around the room. Tuck and Trixie soon were completely naked on the bed, the bed’s incessant squeaking with every move and their passionate.