So she came in and sat with me on the bed and held me. She has been crying almost as much as I have over the last week.I can’t stand the idea that I...��m going to have to leave my best friend and my home on top of everything else. We promised to keep in touch, and I suppose we will for a while. But I know how that works. By the end of the year the letters and phone calls will have dwindled. She has her life, of which I’ll no longer be a part, and I’ll have my new life.We didn’t talk. We have. She started to rub my chest hairs generating friction, and loosening them at the follicle. Ouch, but hot. Then started to put her fingers in my mouth. Wetting them and then rubbing her nipples, with my saliva. Oh this is too hot, I thought. I motioned to get up to lick those dark nipples but she pushed me back down on the pillows. She let me take over the rhythm entering her deeper with every thrust. My mushroom head plowing further made her more vivacious. She lowered her mouth to chest and. Reluctantly she accepted a position at a position at a small outfit that had decent prospects but lousy pay.At this moment she stared into the computer screen and hummed "Sixteen Tons", hearing the voice of Tennessee Ernie Ford from her father's record collection. The song was appropriate for several reasons. First, as low engineer on the totem pole, she was stuck on a Friday night when everyone else went home. The work never seemed to end and how much worse could coal mining be, anyway?. " Imitating Katarina's breathy voice, Gina said "If I can do... *anything*... to help, just let me know." She added a flutter of eyelashes and an exaggerated sway of the hips. "Anything at all... " Laughing, she ducked away as Sam threw a mock-punch at her."Speaking of help," Sam changed the subject, "could you guys come over to help me study for the algebra test Thursday night? Mrs. Gray said she'd give me the make-up test on Friday after school." Sure, I'll be there," Gina said promptly, but.