“You still have your shirt on.”They left off kissing and broke apart. They both hadthis panicked look.“Damn,” I said to Pat. &...8220;I’ve wanted to suck your titsfor years!”“*My* tits?” she asked incredulously.“Sure! Let’s see ’em.”She hesitated. “They’re not much to look at you know,they’re not like Liz’s.”“Liz’s are marvelous, aren’t they?” I said. “Fondleyour. Riter. As with most of my stories, it was edited by Ruthie herself. Good reading. E.Z.When I arrived home from work on Friday, Marilyn's car was in front of the house. The guilt that was eating at my guts took another bite and I reached for the Rolaids as I parked my car in the garage.When I walked in the back door, Carol greeted me and kissed me softly on the lips. "Hi, honey. How was your day?" That loving, knowing expression was on her face. That look always made me wary, as if she knew. Aside from some sly looks between Katie and I, and the occasional quiet reference to that evening, not much came of it right away. Colleen was more or less her normal self, albeit a tad "softer" towards Katie and I. Actually, come to think of it, she almost seemed shy...demure even...when she was around us. We did of course fix the presentation that we used as "bait," and she was happy with the revised version. By Friday, Katie and I started to get antsy. We'd had so much fun with Colleen, we. ”We have been parked outside Carol’s place for a while now, so we do our farewell kisses, and she departs.I want to make a call as soon as I get home, but Jean-Paul is still in the UK, and it is only 6 am there. I know he will be up at seven, so I wait an hour, cuddling on the couch with Dahlia while Zlata and Sam cuddle on the love seat.Zlata mentions, “I hear we are going to have another teen move in here. Does this mean you will have another girlfriend?”“Lisa is in no shape to be anybody’s.