"I was trying not to sound mopey, but it was tough. How do you not feel sorry for yourself, when someone is telling you to stop feeling sorry for your...elf? But I knew she was right. I had been way too self-absorbed and it was hurting me and everyone close to me.I got up and started to head towards the stairs, when I was grabbed from behind and pulled into one of her bone crushing hugs."Just remember, Cas, we all love you. If you start from there, everything will work out."I hugged her back,. It created a resentment towards her that manifested itself rather bluntly in our continued interactions. I no longer feigned politeness and my admiration for her obvious beauty left. When I wasn't actively ignoring her I went out of my way to be rude. Then, all the sudden, a switch flipped. After at least a month of this, I happened to run into when I was at a party. I didn't know anyone there aside from my ride, a friend who was desperately trying to hook up with the host, and I was very, VERY. Handling you will be Heaven! I just have to return the truck then I,ll come back in my car.” “ Okay. I,m staying at Number 23 Elm Court. Hurry back Joe. I need you badly!” “With Bells on Florrie!” It was difficult to not speed on the way back and I did drive about five miles over the limit on the way back after a quick shower and shave, but about two hours later I parked outside the house she was staying at and she opened the door to me dressed in her dressing gown and slippers. “Was thinking. When I heard Cyril coming back, and before he could notice what I was doing, I removed my hand from her thigh. Shortly afterwards she got up off her stool and moved past me, ostensibly to get something. In the process, she brushed hard against me and I felt her breasts push into my back as she moved. It had unmistakeably been deliberate. When she returned to her stool she crossed her legs again and, once more, let the bathrobe fall open. Half an hour had passed since I had arrived, when Cyril.