Cindy said, “Sorry to bother you but you did say to call if you could be of help.”“Sure, what can I do to help?”“Mother is hell bent to get ...id of Fred’s trophy case which she never liked. She wants to pitch all of Fred’s trophies but I thought maybe something else could be done rather than throwing them in the trash.”“Let me think... , I know Fred was selected the most valuable player when they won the State Football Championship. Is there a trophy for that?”“Yes there is and a nice 8x10. She dressed in clothing that was commensurate with those times, these days they call them Goths.She studied hard at school, or at least that’s what her mother thought she was doing and when she confronted her about all the time she spent in her room she was surprised when Angharad told her that she was researching myths and legends. Her mother looked at her with concern before biting her lower lip.“What myths and legends?” she had asked.“Lots of them, but I’m trying to find out about the legend. Jack kissed his way from her lips to her jaw line and along her neck. He lightly kissed, licked and nibbled her neckline softly. Then he tongued her ear just enough to add stimulation. Marcy wanted to protest again but it felt extremely pleasurable. He then worked his way further down to her chest kissing her along the way. When he finally reached her breasts he gently squeezed them and rolled her nipples between his fingers. He made her feel so feminine, so exquisite and she longed for more of. She blinked a few times."You were talking about your class?" Class?" Right, the class you had yesterday with the teacher who lives in my building?" Teacher who lives ... where do you ... oh! Oh. Right, you ... right." She stared at him for a few moments, eyes going in and out of focus as she apparently tried to remember her train of thought. "Right, my Sumerian History teacher. She ... she just moved into your building. I helped her move last week." Well, it sounds like maybe you dropped your.