Brown lived because Granny would sometimes take finished ceramics to customers' houses if we needed space on the shelves. Granny's shop was in our ol... barn. It wasn't a big space at all. I arrived to her house on Oak Street, about a 5 minute bike ride from my house. It was raining, but not too bad to ride my bike in it. Mrs. Brown let me in. I learned she wasn't married. She had been, but not anymore."Can I get you a Fresca or a Tab or some ice water?" She asked."Thanks, Mrs. Brown. . I was grateful, but his protectiveness was annoying at times."I care, that's all."He placed my books along with his in his left arm, and wrapped his right arm around me. He kissed the top of my head as we walked down the hall."You know, we find out tomorrow if you're going to have a football player, or a cheerleader."Ryan has always played football, and was actually the quarterback and captain of our school's team. I had always been a cheerleader, and cheered for our school. I guess, we just. It was my turn to love her body. I began to softly roll my lips all over her body. Slowly moving, caressing and arousing her more and more. My soft licks on her sensual boobs and on her earlobes were giving goose bumps all over her body.I made her sleep on the bed and slowly sensually kissing down her body. My lips were feeling her navel and lower area. My fingers stopping by her already moist mound. I moved back my fingers and lips up her belly and up to her breasts. It wasn’t long before. You took your first screenplay to Sundance. It’s even money that your directorial debut goes to Cannes. Yes…I know about that too. It goes into production after you get back.’ ‘I’m not sure if I should be flattered or afraid…But Jax…You didn’t have to leave.’ ‘Baby, I couldn’t stay.’ I knew he was right. I took his hand and affectionately kissed his fingertips, before placing the ring on the palm and closing it into a fist. I stood up, kissed him on the forehead, and walked to the door. I.