Thank you for that too."It was then that Francine noticed Tiffany's excitement through her dress. Her eyes darted to the others. The excitement was pl...in through the thin black cloth of every dress in the room except hers."Haven't we forgotten something?" she asked, in her best nun voice."What?" came five innocent voices.She cupped her breasts and gave them a little bounce upward, completely forgetting that Bob was there.His gasp reminded her and she flushed bright red in embarrassment."We have. I knew them because I had known their elder brothers. Intimately.Craig Fleming and Josh Lamberti were two boys from Myall Secondary College and when I first came here six years ago they were in Year 12. I started at the school four weeks before the end of last term and just before I left Sydney I'd broken up from my husband of seven years. I was not in a very good head space after the break up and with the stress of starting a new position I started drinking and partying a bit much.When school. Pain.“Please,” he found himself pleading again. “Please, don’t leave me alone tonight.” He looked down at her, staring into her beautiful eyes. He kissed her.It was a short kiss, a shallow one, yet, a kiss had never tasted sweeter. The faint bitterness of the tea they just had, swirled inside his mouth. But it was far weaker compared to the ecstasy he felt. He had done it. He finally kissed her.When they stopped, he met her gaze. He could see a hint of hesitation swim in her eyes. Yet, she said. With determination, she set off in pursuit.The result of the race was not a foregone conclusion. Of the two of them, Stacy was the runner. She wasn't a fanatic by any means but she did do a two-mile circuit four or five times a week. Jared, on the other hand, tried to keep to at least a light schedule on their rowing machine.Jared had a significant head start, though, and he didn't seem to be playing around. He was running hard, keeping to the firm sand at the water's edge.Stacy wasn't fooling.