Was he...”“He’s still there,” Jess reassured her. “And I explained a little of what happened; I didn’t give him specifics. You can do that...later if you choose. But he is very understanding. And very HOT by the way, good job!”Emma forced a giggle. “Thanks.”“Anyway, I spoke with him and I think we can work things out. Come with me,” Jess said, extending her hand to help Emma up from the couch.The still bottomless Emma followed Jess out the door. This time, a neighbor down the hall was walking in. " Mom said that if I asked you to, you might take me to St. Mary's for the tryouts. Will you take me?" What's in it for me?" I asked. "You get to spend three days with me," she replied grinning from ear to ear and twirling around like she was sort of prize or something, which she really is."Yeah, like that's a treat or something."I looked at Brooke, standing there in her cut off shorts and baggy t-shirt. Even though she's my sister, she really is easy on the eyes. She's a little shorter than. Nothing we think orfeel--especially feel--is real.Only the moment is real. The now. The incident and the event are real,but only as long as they happen, for memories, also, are unreal.Very well. Let me explain. Perhaps an example will help. My breasts arereal when their weight is in my hands--or yours. They have density, then;they are tangible; they are measurable. Unmistakably, they haveexistence. But, after the moment, when they are no longer held, they arejust ideas, nothing more than. ” You sent me off with a look of disdain that only made me more determined to have you. And to show you that in submission, you are the one with the power. That it is the person who gives themselves fully to the other that is truly in charge. How to do this became an ever invasive thought in the back of my mind. But even if that would never happen, I still want you. I set about becoming your friend, never mentioning my desires again. We soon become lovers, enjoying each other more and more as.