Beatrice dipped her finger in the little puddleof translucent elixir and bought it to her lips. She dabbed at it withher tongue and smiled wickedly a... Abigail.Abigail responded by pressing a finger into the gusset of Beatrice'spanties which were sodden with vaginal secretions. She bought themoistened digit to her nose and inhaled her lover's aroma and thensucked on it.Both women smiled wantonly.They pressed their bodies together and kissed, tongues entwined andfingers deep in each other's. Her legs tight shut on the block, the edge rubbing on either labia, and the flat top irritating her tender clitoris. She knew if she orgasmed she might drop the little terror, and so she was beside herself keeping herself from what would normally be her aim, her ultimate destination, an orgasm. The ting of the quarter chime told her it had been just 30 minutes, of the two hours, a lifetime, she hoovered the living room, and then the hall and the bedrooms, slowly, playing for time, normally a. He was almost asleep when he realised his shoulder was getting wet."Linnet?" She didn't respond verbally, but she did stiffen a little in his arms. "What's the matter?" Nothing." The sort of nothing that's something." Not now, Ted. Perhaps when we get back to Maldon."He slept eventually, and didn't know how long she lay there, breathing in his scent. She slept only fitfully and woke early, slipping out of bed carefully so as not to disturb him. So early was she, in fact, that she was able to. ”“That’s right. Right after I got out of high school, Tom gave me three articles to read. I read them even though I have difficulty reading. Those articles changed my life. They helped me understand the world around me. They helped me define what I wanted out of life. They identified how I could take control of my life. All of a sudden I realized that I had more choices than I had ever thought possible.”Ellen interrupted and said, “I have two questions. Why do you have difficulty reading? What.