I helped her get steadied, and she reached behind her - brushing a hand across my crotch. I apologized again, and tried to pull away. When I moved, so...did she - TOWARD me! I determined this was intended, so decided to reciprocate. With her skirt so short, I brushed my hand acorss the back of her right thigh. The stockings were taut against her skin, and I only held the position for a second or two. She didn't resist in any way.After taking my hand from her thigh, she turned her head and looked. Uh, Web, if you don't want a sexual harassment case against you, you had better stop staring at my chest like that." "Sorry, Merrill, I just can't help wonder what you must be going through... what you're feeling like in that body." "Well---" "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "No...that's o.k. I want to tell someone.... I feel... really energized...and light...a lot lighter." "And those... " He pointed to Merrill's chest. "I forgot you're. ”She smiled. “Sure you do. They’re your thoughts. Do you ever think about their shapes, their bodies?”“Yes.”“But only sometimes,” she said playfully. The boy smiled uneasily.Moura rose to her feet. She walked nonchalantly towards the mirror again. She stood before it peering at herself. Without averting her gaze from her full-length reflection, she spoke again. “Have you ever thought about my body.”“Well I don’t dwell on it, but you’re kind of hard to miss Mom!”Still avoiding eye-contact she. We ran this trail or another we called the riverside trail every morning. I pumped Light into Speck every time, giving him the exposure and build up that had become traditional for those who bore arms beside us. His speed and stamina was improving, but this was Arbor, and it always has a hand to play in whatever changes happen. In Speck's case, I already knew Arbor had plans, and I was to have a part in them.Cor wasn't with us this morning because she'd jumped herself home the day before to.