‘Hi, I’m Brooke, I’ll be your neighbor while you’re here, I just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the neighborhood.’ She handed...the basket to the blonde woman and smiled innocently. ‘I thought some mid morning Mimosa’s might do the trick.’ The woman took the basket and stepped to the side, still smiling. ‘Thanks Brooke. I’m Trish, come on in.’ She walked down the darkened hall towards the kitchen. Brooke followed. She spoke over her shoulder. ‘You know in all my years I have never. Marsha stopped her from proceeding. "Can I please keep them on?" Marsha asked as a look of embarrassment crossed her face. Jaz cursed herself for moving too fast. "Of course you can," Jaz answered, kissing her cheek. Marsha allowed Jaz's fingers to rub the silky mound under the thong that was becoming wetter with each passing second. Jaz soon slid her hand under the waistband of Marsha's panties and was rewarded with another short moan as her fingers ran through her silky pubic hair. Jaz rolled. She sat, propped up with numerous pillows against the headboard of the bed. As she caught the movement of the door, she looked up and met Erik's eyes. He held his breath. A wide smile washed across her lips and flowed into her eyes. She held out her hand to him."Come, mon amour. I do believe there is plenty of room in this bed, especially now that it is just the two of us." She gave him an over-exaggerated roll of her eyes and a naughty smirk that suddenly dissolved into a huge yawn. "Sorry, I. ” she blushed looking into his eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”“You can do it, Katy. I believe in you.”“Well, Mr. Newman, you are definitely not like other teachers,” she started playfully biting the tip of her pan.“I am the best!” he proudly announced approaching his desk. “You can start by reading short stories.”He took a book from his desk and brought it with him.“Choose a story and read it aloud for me,” he gave her the book which was a collection of short stories by Ernest.