" He stopped on the stairs; his hand reaching up to her breast, lightly caressing the young flesh. "Though she is not as mature as you are," making hi... point by gently squeezing. "Should I invite Becky instead?" His hand continued to rub her breast, making no excuse for the fondling of her flesh.Sally stood there as Father John continued to rub her breasts. He was getting bolder each day she came, no longer making any pretense for molesting her body. She could imagine him doing this to Becky,. “Could I get a towel across my stomach so the plaster isn’t rubbing?” I asked. “Please.”“Oh, I never thought about that. Is that what they did in the hospital?”“They had some stretchy sleeve kind of thing they pulled over the casts. I should have asked them for some,” I said.“I wonder if it would work to cut the toes out of a pair of tube socks. We’ll experiment tomorrow.”“Thanks, Mom.”I distracted myself while Mom was taking care of my toiletry by examining my room. I had a feeling it had been. He stared, gape mouthed and unable to move, at the young black woman that lay, asleep or (what he feared) dead, atop a stack of flattened old boxes. Brian’s body gave a jerk as his mental and physical paralysis broke. Unsure of what to do, he started forward, then stepped back quickly. His mind raced chaotically, making it impossible to think clearly. He closed his eyes, took slow, deep breaths and forced himself to relax. He opened his eyes, dropped his duffel and hurried across the room. . This guy was huge, about 6 foot five inches and probably close to 300 pounds. Not fat but very strong.We had a great discussion as all of us enjoyed our dinner but I could see there was a bit of a spark in Joan’s eyes. Probably helped by the fact she was four-drinks into the evening by then and I was also feeling buzzed.Eventually it was time to go and we found that Jacob was also staying a couple of rooms away from us in the motel. As we headed out he suggested bringing some beer he had and.