I laughed at everything he said, and leaned against him and let him put his arm around me. It felt strange, and I didn't like his cologne. I even let ...im kiss me a couple of times. Just on the lips though—no tongue. Russell was watching, and I felt bad about it.He was sitting with Katrina, but he wasn't paying attention to her. She was cool though, and she acted like she didn't mind.After the glass-blowing place, the boat took us back to our hotel. We were going to a casual place for dinner,. My son, Jim, is just past 16 years old. His father is an almostforgotten memory and never a factor in Jim's life. Just Jim and me forthe past 16 years. Maybe that circumstance contributed to Jim'sproblems. But that is just the way it is. Maybe my job. Maybe just me.Don't know. But here is how I finally came to help Jim find out who heactually is.Job was going superbly. There was a lot that I could do from my homeand I figured I needed a break from the office, so I arranged to takethree months. “Kell please just go get the paper,” I say sombrely, tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear and staring at the floor. “Why? Why am I the one getting the paper this week? The door’s just there Beth, get off your ass and get it yourself. I’m sick of being lied to!” she says angrily and stomps off towards her bedroom, slamming the hard wood door behind her. Fuck! I stay seated for what seems like forever, my eyes moving between Kelly’s bedroom door and the front door. What the hell am I. The handcuffs weren't going to fall off on their own.While I waited for him to make his move I got really exited. I tried to gain some pleasure out of my knickers as I tried to wriggle my bum to get them to ride up between my buttock and in this way gently rub my secret place.I got exited but it wasn't enough to give me an orgasm. But I could smell myself. Like a bitch in heat mixed with a public toilet.I was sure it must be getting dark outside, but trying to look out under my blindfold I.