" Well, Amelia was waiting for me under the mistletoe earlier... apparently for, like, fifteen minutes." Sophia responded."Oh really?" Estelle said wi...h conviction as she turned to look at her red-haired mistress, who simply smirked back."Did I mention that I love your new jacket?" Sophia said to Amelia as her eyes took in Amelia's burgundy snap front jacket, accompanied by tight black jeans."Why thank you. Now come, I have presents," Amelia announced. She took both of her girls by the hand and. She said it’s fine and she loved my comment and I felt happy on her reply. Slowly we used to chat on many things and I always used to admire her boobs and she never felt bad after that. One day when she was sitting close to me I put my hands on her thighs and she started to breath heavily and I was slightly massaging her thighs. I realized that I am in office and anyone could catch us in that act so I removed my hand and she didn’t mind and instead she was smiling at me to which I smiled her. He’d always been a writer, and had sent many short stories out to magazines, and had had two published, earning twenty-five dollars for each. But now he was trying to write something big, something special. About the war and the shit he’d seen and the pain he’d endured and the brother he’d lost and his anger and the hatred he felt for the assholes who had sent him there and how everybody now looked at him like he was some kind of freak ever since he’d come home. But the writing wasn’t. "In my haste I ignored the television news trucks, as I guided the Bitchpast them and the police cars at the main entrance. I knew where I washeaded and went around to a back entrance that was closer.As I pulled to a stop I stepped out, then began to hurry towards herwhere she sat atop her Aunt Becca's grave. Sheba digging small holes asshe planted little flowers outlining the grave itself. Then twenty feetaway a police man stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed my armcausing me gasp in.