I missed you so much" she cried out to him.As Dave settled her into his car and drove back to the RV, he said "I thought you were going to ring me fro... Cairns, not the bus terminal here in Mt Isa." But you said to contact you when you got here. I thought you meant to be here and ring you when you arrived. Don't you want me here? Aren't you glad to see me?" she asked imploringly with tears in her eyes.Dave couldn't bring himself to tell her what had happened since she had rung him two weeks ago,. I sure didn't want to wear out my welcome in the garage workshop, so I tried to keep things as neat and clean as I could.When I turned back to ET, he was very excited. He had written me a note, "What was that material you just wiped up?" (To make things simpler, I'm going to use conventional spelling when I describe my communication with ET.)"That was a substance we call 'paint.' Don't you have a similar thing?" I don't think so. At least, I have never seen any. What is it used for?" Paint has. . I began massaging her upper body, shoulders, head, back, arms, hands and such.. all the while watching the game.. but taking my time and making sure my education wasn't wasted.. she was obviously loving it and commented that I could practice on her anytime I wanted. As I massaged her butt cheeks she gave a little "oh that feels so good" as I squeezed each cheeks and massaged it gently.. I still was primarily focused on the game.. but I was puling her ass cheeks apart as part of the massage... He remembered about the boys in the school; he had jerking sessions a few times and one of the boys in the tennis court; who always wanted to suck Doug off but Mel; no, not Mel at all. Mel looked like a true gentleman and a scholar although obsessed with inspecting; how wet Doug was and kept sliding his hand closer to the boy’s junk. Doug was not all that comfortable but obviously not resisting or pushing his hand away, scared of being dropped off back onto the road to walk in the cold heavy.