When her head reach the crown of my manhood, I barely grunted out the words, "She talked about becoming a urologist. She said there was more money in ...pecializing than in family practice."As she held my manhood in her hand and stroked it slowly, she lifted her head and looked at me to say, "I know for a fact that there's only one urologist in Atlanta named Victoria Mercer and she's not married." How do you know that?" I asked intrigued.This time, Penelope was the one who remained mute for she. There seemed to be light at the end of my hangover -tunnel and I decided to tease her to death. My fingers crawled up to the skirt, but instead of going underneath my fingers spidered over the gree and yellow fabric. If she was in heat I might as well get her burning. Burning with desire.One of my primitive instincts I am always urge to celebrate is smell, so turned my face to her and did some subtle but serious sniffing.There was hardly a sent of parfume, but there was serotones, oriental. I didn't notice you in the crowds." About fifty million other tourists were here also!" Kristen exaggerated.I laughed. "Happy New Year, Kristen!" Is Patty with you?"That was a strange question. "No. Just Merry and me. I was Merry's first kiss of the new year." Way to go, stud!"I figured that I would tell Kristen the entire story later. "Want to speak to Shortcake?" No," Kristen replied. "I can talk with her later. I just wanted to hear your voice again. I miss you something fierce." I miss you,. She'd dropped out of high school to wait tables in a diner, but she managed to get an equivalency certificate and get accepted into a community college. From there she transferred to New Mexico State and got a degree in business management, moving to Tucson first before coming to Phoenix, picking up her real estate license along the way. It was here that she met Steve. He'd grown up outside of Seattle, and studied electrical engineering at Cal Tech, getting a position with Boeing right before.