"Come in babe, we'll get you a glass of wine and you can tell me what all these tears are about yeah?!" Katy was two years younger than me, I'd always...felt a kind of motherly instinct towards her like she needed looking after. With a glass of wine in her hand she sunk down into the sofa, i sat down on the floor in front of her, "so what were all those tears about?" i asked. "he, he, broke up with me, he's being seeing another girl for 2 months! i feel like such a stupid bitch, how did i not. ." My god, is that really his..." He's a girl..." If he's a girl, what's he doing with a..."Between the Champaign, embarrassment, and her near orgasmic state, Millie's face burned so red she was sure it must be glowing. Doing her best to make it to the far end of the hall, Millie began her slow march. Three steps later she realized yet another complication in her life."Oh shit," she said, hoping afterward that she had said it softly enough not to be heard by the people sitting on the aisle.. The nipples jutted straight up, as though climbing toward the ceiling of the room.My hands and mouth clashed, as each wanted to engulf her lovely breasts. I found the combination of hands and mouth to be better partners than adversaries, so engaged them simultaneously. The more I enjoyed her breasts, the more she seemed to respond. As her breathing became deeper and more rapid, I decided to slide one hand inside her skirt. Her airline allows a choice between slacks and straight skirts. My. How about you, Pablo?”“I play baseball, and never saw a computer until I showed up here! I’m going to be a Marine officer. I know which direction to point a rifle, and I bet I can throw a grenade more accurately than just about anyone in the Corps, but computers? No chance!”“Well, I have a reputation to live up to,” I said. “That means that both of you will pass CS100 with at least a B.”“If you can do THAT, you’re a miracle worker!” Ron said.“Then let’s get started!”February 14, 1988, Chicago,.