She flicked her tongue quickly over the very tip and place a gentle kiss on the head, but tortuously moved on to Ted balls, then on to the inner thigh...of his right leg. She traced the muscles of his thigh with her lips and tongue and progressed onto Ted’s knee, shin and finally on to his foot. Georgette motioned for her husband to roll over. Ted quickly obliged her wishes. Georgette started traversing back up her husband’s sumptuous highway. Starting at the back of Ted left knee, she gradually. These days, I’m a student at Jennings College, a small four-year private school located in the town of Avon, a few miles away from the great city of Boston. It’s a place I once considered home away from home. It’s also where I met my former sweetheart, Lorelei Braxtor. Who is she? Just the woman who broke my heart by running off with one of our old professors. This story is about how we met, fell in love, made long-term plans and how it fell apart. And last but not least, it’s about I got over. I know I was stammering — what a great role model I was, huh? An eternity later, I finally remembered my manners, and invited them in. Predictably, many of the sisters moved towards the bar. Emily didn’t, however. She seemed … I don’t know … at ease near me? I took her arm and led her to the lounge, where we struck up a conversation. Turns out we had pretty similar stories — she had aged out of the house upon graduation the previous year, but had started business school here and stayed. ‘Zac?’ I called out as I saw a figure walking ahead of me. He turned around and I threw myself into his arms. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I sobbed into his shoulder. He just hugged me, his own tears forgotten in his worry for me. ~*~ Zac ~*~ Everything was great until her parents got home. I can understand where they were coming from, I mean if it was my daughter alone in the dark snuggled up to some guy I didn’t know I’d be a bit upset too. He didn’t know about my situation. But still, it hurt. I didn’t.