She was always optimistic, particularly at work. Ellie loved working with her, was glad to have met her, it almost made everything worth it sometimes.... ‘How do tips look, Carrie?’ ‘This jar’s full and that’s just the TIP of the iceberg!’ Carrie giggled. She loved making puns, no matter how decidedly not funny they were. Ellie’s laughter followed quickly. She was bent over a table next to the bar as she cleaned up the cups and pitchers. She looked up, still smiling, as a late-comer walked up to. When he was little she played with him and always looked out for him, always had time for him. They were very close, even when she went away to collage she called him twice a week and they would talk for half an hour.On the weekends she came home they go to a movie or do other stuff together. When Pete started collage and Kate had her first job far away from him, they emailded and skyped all the time. So eventhough hundreds of miles apart, they knew every that was going on in the other's life.. “No,” I answered.“Well, would you like me to take your cherry?” he asked.“Definitely,” I unreservedly replied.Ross climbed on top of me with his legs on either side of mine. Moving his body down his arms clamped the sides of my torso. Totally encapsulated by him, I felt his slippery knob nestle between my butt cheeks. The strength of his hold and the heady smell that enveloped us was awesome. When he began kissing my neck and licking my ears our bodies had melded together. His domination made. .and there was still room for the spare tire and our luggage. It fit in the Volvo; sorta fit in the Caddy...it was hell getting it all in the Rolls.Mom explained, “There’s a ton of Swedes, Norwegians and Finlanders spread all across the Northern Tier. They bought a lot of Volvo and Saab cars...because they’re reliable in the winter, they get good mileage, they don’t need a mechanical engineer to fix and they’re comfortable.”“Why do you want all this junk?” I asked.“There’s at least ten thousand.