“But do you LIKE what you see?” I demanded.“Is it difficult for you to compete in pageants when you are so insecure?” He asked.“It tears me ...p, because I’m never sure if I win or lose because of my humongous tits. By the way, damn you for not answering my question!” I replied.“Wow, since you can be honest about your feelings, I guess I need to talk to you like an adult, not a school girl, with a crush.“What do you want from me, and where do you see things between us going?” Sir Gerald. They held each other close for a long time.Finally, Charity's hands began to stroke Sara, one slipping down to cup her buttocks, the other caressing Sara's flank and the swell where her breasts bulged between their tightly clasped bodies.Sara finally broke away, jumping up and hurrying to turn out the lights in the kitchen and living room. Just as quickly, Charity gathered the glasses and put them in the sink. They managed to arrive at the bedroom door at the same time and stopped there."Like. “The damn food replicator was programmed to spew out this shit,” Seth grumbled. She took a cleansing breath, staring at him. Staring at Seth always helped her get her head back on right. Her beautiful boy, though he really wasn’t a boy anymore. Seth was in his early twenties if you didn’t count the three hundred years they were in suspended animation. He’d cut his hair again, but it fell in wispy layers of silvery white around his face and shoulders. His pale blue eyes peered at her through. It all started when I was in my early teens. I lived in a quiet place where people would sit on their front porch and watch the world go by while making small talk with people as they strolled through the neighborhood in the cool evenings. There was a couple, Ray and Celeste, who would sit on the edge of their stairs and they would pay special attention to the youngsters, asking questions and encouraging them to linger, while they exchanged simple hellos rather than prolonged conversations with.