I’ve known her for 14 years now. She was 25 or 26 at the time and new to town. She had finished her high school and college days as the head cheerle...der and then went on to join Tampa Bay’s football squad. Unfortunately, a knee injury shortened that career and brought her here to teach and coach in our thriving little town. Being a TB fan, dad knew about Lisa long before he’d ever met the woman because, in his mind, she was the woman. Having already become familiar with “her body of work” (he. A rich, mocking sound. Her breasts shook as amusement spilled across her face. Her shoulders shook and her hair danced around her face.My forehead furrowed.“Oh, my son, you are a dangerous one, aren’t you?” she asked. “And I don’t mean because of the short sword you wear.”“It’s not short,” I said, not caring about her laugh. I grabbed her wrist, touching her skin. I stroked my thumb up and down the back of her hand.“I’m sure that sword isn’t,” she said and pushed back harder, “but I’m not. We started dancing very closely after an hour she was tired and we sat in a corner where all were busy with their partners kissing/smooching and even fingering as it was dark. After seeing that she was a aroused, I noticed that and as we were talking I leaned to which she responded and leaned forward and we kissed for the first time, and I held her and made her sit on my lap and we were kissing so passionately that we did not realize we were in pub and after few minutes we were back to dance. She looked up at him and laughed before saying, ‘Sorry, Robert. You had your chance, but you blew it. You made your choice, and now you’ll have to live with it.’ Robert had moved up beside her while she spoke, and he happened to notice that the gap in her partially opened pajama top gave him a clear view of the top of the scar that ran up her chest. The narrow white line contrasted slightly with the natural skin color of the area between her breasts. In a few seconds his stolen view.