"Okay," she said meekly. Then she shouted at the other girl. "Shelly,come here."The other girl, perhaps a year or two older, sauntered over. "What'sgo...ng on Marilyn?" These people ... her," she nodded at River, "they want to take ushome." Home," the older girl said. "We don't have a home anymore. This is ourhome." You are people of the river," River said. "You always have a homethere." She reached out and touched the older girl on the arm, and hereyes also opened wide."Who are you? How do you. I miss when I was younger, when I'd just started finding myself and watching my body develop, remembering how taboo self masturbation was for me, the smells, wetness, softness and that anticipation - that general all round naughty feeling of something new. But recently I'd chatted with a complete stranger online who made me go back to that feeling when I was that young orgasmic girl, finding something new. Lying here waiting for that message box to signal from her seemed to take forever.I knew. “Yes, it was a blush, a real one. Not the fake ones I did with him,” she said with a smile.“I guess I can be proud of myself,” I said.We talked about what we both like and what we don’t, my college life, and her college days. We didn’t eat much, but it took almost an hour to finish as we were busy chatting. I paid the bill with my savings.“Well, I guess it’s time to go to our room then,” I said as I put my right arm around her waist. She liked it and leaned on me. I looked at the board in the. It wouldn’t be fair to the client for me to start the case only to step out midway. I could still advise from home by phone or via internet, if necessary. There was another reason for taking my leave then—Henry was becoming a nervous wreck. He was terrified I’d go into labor while in the city and that he wouldn’t be able to get to me in time. He actually cried when I suggested he take a helicopter from one of the local airports. “Okay, my darling—I’ll stop May 31st so I’ll be real close to.