He had been downstairs, that very morning, watching TV curled up on her sofa when she had walked in, wearing a T-shirt, her hair mussed, indicating th...t she had clearly just woken up. She’d smirked playfully at him as she walked past, her tackle swinging free as she sauntered past offering a gentle, “Morning,” to her staring Nephew.The day had progressed along those lines, quiet and suppressed, but at every turn she had displayed a rather prominent exhibitionist streak, her outfit for the day. I banged into the wall as I stumbled through the kitchen. “Watch yourself, Chrissy.” She giggled to herself and came over to help me stand. “I think I’ve drunk a little too much…” I laughed and, as she helped me up, she then gave me a cuddle. “I’ve missed times like this with you,” she smiled with her head on my chest, looking up into my eyes. I felt this sudden overwhelming feeling towards my best friend I had never felt before. I strangely felt the urge to kiss her rosy soft lips, as she. Soon shefound that she was simply skimming over things to get through with theentire process.She sighed to herself with half of the signing done without any majorissue. Did they want to hire her to do paperwork? Well acquisition mighthave that kind of responsibility. That didn't make it very long beforeshe began to just search for the different places she needed to sign orinitial on the papers. The entire process would have been faster if theyused a tablet, but she decided that physical copies. But soon, her new user was taking up all her attention again!Over the next few weeks, Peaches actually spent some time talking with Technician Barres – Jem, as she’d come to think of him. It was amazing, she thought, how people could just take things as they found them. Jem seemed to have no problem becoming genuine friends with her on one hand – they soon developed an us-against-them mentality, sharing meaningless secrets and even developing jokes and catchphrases. Peaches was conflicted. .