Her daughter's bedroom was so very typical of a teenagers room, clothes strewn everywhere. Paula explained her daughter was out but when she got back ...he would need her light.I stood on a chair as Paula watched, I glanced down at her and my eyes were drawn to the view down her blouse. Her cleavage slightly exposed but with so much more waiting to be displayed. I'd already found the fault, a wire had become loose, but the view was worth me dragging the job out as it seemed to me, every time I. His huge beautiful blue eyes stared me down, silently apologizing. "I'm so sorry," he half whispered. I sighed. "Andy, if you want me to stay you'll learn to grow up," I murmmered harshly. He looked hurt and sighed. It was like a punch to the gut to see the pain in his face. But I didn't think much about that. I was still extremely upset with him. I yanked my arm away and turned to leave. I could hear him still walking behind me. "Nichole please, atleast let me drive you home." No. I want to. It didn't matter. His head was pounding, his stomach was queasy, and he felt weak. When he stood, the room seemed to spin around him. It took him about one minute to wake up enough to realize that he was about to get sick. He barely made it to the bathroom in time.He spent five minutes vomiting into the toilet. Then he spent ten minutes seated on the toilet. That was followed by another five minutes vomiting into the toilet. He sagged onto the floor watching the room spin and wondering if he'd. Just keep your wits about you, and whip the place into a frenzy…once you’ve done that, I’ll come back to you, and guide you further.” With that she slowly stood, still swaying, hands at her hips, caressing her muscular thighs. “No, wait,” Bobby started, but she cut him off right away, put her big toe to his lips to silence him. “Aww, have I whipped you into a frenzy too? I’m sorry, my dear boy, but I cannot assist you this way, not yet. But…once you’ve charged the Ring, I will show you a world.