"We're friends." Not any more you're not. Stay away from her, got it?" No. We're friends," he repeated. "If you like, you can ask her yourself." You d...n't seem to be hearing me. I'll be talking to her alright, but it sure as shit won't be about you. Now fuck off before I decide to really make sure you understand. Understand?"Morton just stared at him impassively through his thick glasses. Muttering, the two football players eventually turned and walked away.In the lunch room, Bobby and Julie. They used to share a stroller when they were k**s. They went to grade school together and they were currently teammates on the high school baseball team. Their birthdays were even just three days apart. The boy's were best friends, and they talked and they were well aware of what the voluptuous, middle-aged sex-goddesses standing across from them had planned. "All right boys," Jessica smirked with her hands on her hips and her fantastic tits straining the fabric of her cotton shirt. "We're. It had been a week since Cynara's reentry into modern times. She shuddered to think back to that first night, the overwhelming despair she had felt then. She had just wanted to dye on that bed, then at least her ghost would be with Charlie's.That was her initial plan, but then for some reason she came to her senses. Nothing was set in stone. The universe wouldn't be so cruel as to give her such a wonderful gift only to take it away again. She had stubbornly shook off her tears, gotten out of. Hermovements had caused her mini skirt to ride up at the front. My eyes wereglued toher legs. They looked so inviting. I wanted to run my hands up them, butI knewit was inappropriate. I decided just to rest my hand midway along herbarethigh. I could get away with this innocently enough. Her skin was hot tothetouch, but so smooth and soft. I nearly came right then. She didn't pullawaywhich calmed my nerves a little. I slowly slid my hand down her leguntil Ireached her knee, then slid it back up.