It had been too long and she had realized that she couldn’t live with his ignorance. She kissed him back with a fierce longing that had been buried ...nside her. Their tongues intertwined and before she knew it, his hand was under her shirt, caressing her breasts, rubbing them. He gently unhooked her bra and felt her breasts, grabbing them and arousing her. There was a restroom nearby, the only empty room at the campsite. It was a sign about how strong their feelings were that they didn’t even. Or I used to." Utterly baffled, Barbara stuck out her right hand and the tiny girl took it in a remarkably firm grip.Then dropping to her knees — and almost knocking the wind out of Barbara's lungs when she did — she started to caress the lacerations that quartered each of her breasts. Incredibly, the touch of her tiny hand was incredibly soothing and even healing as it moved over her tortured tits.Only then did Barbara realize two things. First, this sprite, Susan Sloan, had called her Barbara. Because you can't do what's required." "What's required?" she said. She had a habit, it seemed, of repeating things he said when they surprised her. She licked her lips, blushing a little more darkly. "I... I really need a job, Mr. Richards," she said. "I can do it. Anything." "Anything?" he asked, surprised at her and himself both. Her eyes darted up, met his, and danced away. She nodded curtly. He said, "I don't think you know what that means, Sandy. I think that if you really, really wanted. I might add that I am42 and of masculine build which had been a bid fatty until my arrival underthis roof !With silent resignation I first removed my shoes. Having no socks may havegiven those in the know their first hint of what was to come, and then Iremoved my overall. Resplendent in open bottom corsalette nearly coveringthe genital hardware, I was hideously aware of the incongruity of myappearance, but, like it was a totally natural occurrence, Miss Tessuttered a quick, "Good, follow.