In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer much comfort against the cold – the wind pierces the wide gauge of the stitches and touches ...y flesh with its chilly fingertips. The freezing rain soaks the wool until it drags me down heavily, and the fabric freezes stiff in the icy blasts. I am shivering with cold, but instinctively still clutching the miserable sweater against my skin. When all of a sudden I spot a seagull, high above me, riding the swirling winds expertly in the. I indulged and stroked myself slowly, imagining both of my sluts kneeling in front of me, waiting. I edged, but stopped before letting myself cum. How could I punish them for losing control if I didnt keep it myself? I finished showering quickly, feeling a bit grumpy at my frustration. As I stepped out into the bedroom, still drying my hair, I noticed the bed was made, but empty. Mike? I called. I thought I told you to lay out our outfits for today. It was unlike him to be this blatant about. I have school and everything here. And my friends. I'm not going.”And her mom said “We'll find another school, a better school” and she looked at me and said “And you can come visit any time, as much as you want.”But Cait said “No. You can leave, I don't care. And I don't care if you sell the house. I can move in with Lucy.”And Cait's mom said “Lucy?” and Cait said “Yeah” and her mom said “Lucy who?” and then she looked at me and said “Your friend?” and I nodded and Cait said “My friend too,. The look on her face was priceless. It was a combination of confusion, elation and relief.George turned to Chris. "Mind if I hold your hand, ma'am?" You can and stop calling me ma'am. My name is Chris." Yes ma'am. Oops ... Yes, Chris."He took her hand and they leaned together with big lovey-dovey smiles on their faces. It wasn't but a few miles down the road when I looked back and he had his arm around Chris and she had her head resting on his shoulder. They looked like a pair of teenagers at.