Today, after the last bell, he would broach the subject and try his damndest to make Sophie admit that she had also felt the wonderfully startling ele...tricity that had passed between them. Of course, with such an important mission at hand, the day crawled by at a painfully slow pace. Daniel could barely focus on the drone of his calculus teacher’s voice, preoccupied as he was with the far more important task of rehearsing exactly what he would say to Sophie in his head. He envisioned the scene. Until he was pressing my body against his. Kneading all the muscles along my spine. Making me shiver with pure hedonistic pleasure as much as I was shivering with arousal. Ten minutes later I was purring and only occasionally, but very discretely, shifting my hips around slowly on top of him as I whispered, ‘okay, I think all that worked. I’m a little more under control. Now let’s go in the bedroom. I really do want to talk to you, Mark, and, well, I want to do it while I’m laying on top of. Her students love her because she had the knack at putting everyone at ease, and teaches art with verve and wit. Her art studio was located at the back of her house, overlooking the pool in the backyard. It was spacious, well lighted and had the smell of oil paints and crayons. I arrived for the first class wearing only a t-shirt, jeans, no underwear, and runners. There were eight students, all women. They varied in age from twenty to forty-five. Most of them seemed nervous that a man was going. Something protruding. Honey! Alyson! Where did it happen?"He had to repeat the question. She managed get out that it happened a few feet seaward from where she lay. He left her with Mary and waded out. It was easy to spot, but the waves were erasing the disturbance in the sandy bottom. He poked with the toe of his shoe for a moment but found nothing. He returned and knelt beside Alyson."I'll carry her," he said, scooping her into his arms. "I need hot water--as hot as she can stand. Maybe a.