What does she read, the paper? The almanac? Don’t tell me, she reads the Word from the Bible to you.’ Lucky shook his head. ‘Nope, she reads poe...ry, beautiful poetry,’ Lucky sighed softly, ‘Poems of love and stuff.’ ‘You’re going soft in the head,’ teased Earl. ‘Well I saw Budge from the Lazy J last night, and wait ’til you hear what he told me.’ ‘How is Budge?’ Lucky was glad that the subject of the conversation had finally changed. ‘Good.’ Earl nodded. ‘But get this, he told me that there is. Melissa knew she was getting attention from guys who were maybe too old for her, but she liked some of the attention. On the other hand, she’d become a little conscientious of the looks she’d receive. One would have to at her age, but maybe she got more stares then she should have. She began to hate the fact she was physically more grown-up in her upper body then most her age. Her mom always told her, ‘Honey, it’s a fact of life that you will have those maternal genes and there isn’t going to. “Why don’t you join me?”He did, almost tripping as he got out of the front seat. He carefully got into the back and slid over next to me. Then he looked unsettled, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do next. I flowed into him, and put my arms around his neck, nuzzling it, and whispered into his ear, “Why don’t you feel my tits? I like that.”He kissed me, then put one hand on my right tit while keeping the other around my neck.I reached down and rubbed my hand against his cock, which was tight. You're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.You're in the arms of your angel, may you find some comfort here."Angel" By: Sarah McLachlan © 1997, From: "Surfacing," Nettwerk/AristaThe striking pair moved hurriedly through the dark corridors of the opera house. With the lithe blonde in the lead, she never paused as she led her companion through the maze of passageways."Meg, please slow down a bit." Raoul gasped. "Not all of us practice dance with your mother!"She scoffed.