" Oh, okay," I said, sullen and dejected. I was just turning away to go find a better place to sulk when she spoke up again."Jeremiah?" she said to th... older man looking over some papers at her table. "Can I see the clipboard?" Taking it, she scanned the list, the pages rustling in the warm air as she flipped them. She tapped the page. "Yes, here. There are two new families coming this year who have children your age: the Erikssons and the Coulters." Her expression warmed as she at last found a. I didn't realize I was lingering. They are very nice, Marion.”“I don't mind at all. Like I mentioned earlier, you have a great touch. My phone is on the counter. I'll get it and text Sam."She got up leaving her top on the floor. I watched as she walked to the counter then leaned against it facing me. She pulled up Sam's number, hit the keys then pressed send. After a few seconds, her phone dinged. She read it then texted back. Setting the phone down, she strolled back over.Facing me, she. Her name was Blessing. She had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen, whch were accented by the fact that she wore an extra low cut shirt day after day. She sat in the seat across the isle from me, and often she would sleep on the way home. Another blessing was the fact that the road to our area was filled with potholes. Every time we hit one, it seemed as if her breasts were just eager to leap up out of that shirt. Every day I would stare at her breasts, never getting tired. At home,. , “ I hesitated.“It’s OK. It’s my birthday gift to Kara. It’s one I know she wants. And before you question me, she didn’t pressure me or even ask.”“Are you sure about this?” I asked.“Yes.”“Jess?”“Is it wrong to say I think it would be interesting to watch?”“No,” I replied. “Kara, what do you want to see?”“Everything,” she sighed.March 29, 1997, Chicago, IllinoisOn Saturday morning I woke early, despite the very late night and very early morning activities, and thought back to what had happened.