Her skin was delicately pale and her body well rounded. Her stomach (slightly rounded) peeked out from the gap between her black tank top that exposed...most of what had to be D tits to the world. A plaid schoolgirl-like skirt d****d from her hips down to above her knees, and fishnet stockings completed the outfit.I tried to catch her eye from across the room but she was rounded up by some other guys and they went off somewhere else in the house. Disappointed, I finished off the beer I was. ”He tilts his head.“A lot of new faces, you know?” She explains as an apology.“True, and I know it might be a bit daunting, but tonight is every bit as much your party as it is mine.”She has a hard time believing that and he reads it off of her expression.He insists. “I am serious, listen to me. You are here and here to stay. You belong and so I want you to have fun. You can make fun of people and be a brat if you want, you can be friendly and cordial if you want, everything is fine today. Just. "Half an hour later they were both sitting at the dining table listening to a collection of songs by The Hollies, the one currently playing being 'He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother', the hauntingly beautiful song that was among the bands best.The meal was a kind of sweet and sour chicken casserole served with mini baked potatoes and cauliflower in its own creamy cheese sauce. And with it they were sharing a nice white burgundy.'Pretty apt sort of song under the circumstances don't you think?''Yes. " I related this all to Debra without breaking down. She came into my arms and we hugged. Then the tears started in for both of us. We just held each other until Debra said, "This isn't good, talk about something else. Hank do you still tutor students?" Yes we did, but I don't think I will ever again. Angie and I always used the loft and made it kind of fun. You remember. We even did some in the winter time. I put heat up in the loft. There was never as much fun as that first summer with you.