I just don’t have the time.”“Bummer. How’s Jocelyn?”“If all goes well, she’ll be home on Wednesday, which means I’ll be coming here to...see her on the weekends.”“Ooh! Can you see me, too?”“Yes. I’ll most likely drive home on Saturdays after work, then drive back to McKinley the next morning, probably after church, because I don’t have to be to work until 2:00pm.”“Awesome!” she said excitedly.“How’s Liz?”“Bad,” Emmy said, suddenly deflating. “She hangs out with Abby at school even though your mom. It was almost impossible not to just fuck her right here and now. I started moving my fingers faster and faster into her, while sucking her perky breasts. My fingers were so deep between her soaking wet, tight, pussy lips. Pushing harder, I reached deeper than before in those tight white wet walls. She screamed and cummed, I withdrew my fingers and discovered a thick juice coated my fingers.She started moaning loudly in pleasure, which ended our kissing."Open your mouth" I instructed. We are no longer friends, we don’t know each other socially. I have no wish to hear your story or your apologies. Do you understand?’ ‘Please Stu. Let’s talk about this. You don’t mean what you’re saying. You can’t mean that. We’ve been friends for ten years. You can’t mean we’re over. Come on!’ ‘I won’t ask you again to leave my house. I repeat: I don’t want to see you again outside work. I don’t ever want you to come to my house and if I ever see you near my wife again, I’ll kill you. Please. .to you."On a stage accustomed only to bumps and grinds and racy gestures I amsomething new, something reborn, something forever hopeful as I pirouetteacross the stage, a vision in pink, of both innocence and knowing, ofpassion and purity, a heaven sent creature of feminine grace. "If your heart is in your dream...no request... is too extreme ...When youwish upon a star...like dreamers do." I am every dream fulfilled, asymbol to all, captured in my dance that even the most extreme desire.