“Not particularly,” she was already dropping signals. This didn’t make any sense. Was she just a plain slut? I mean looking like that she could...get everyone she fancies, yet she tries to lure me to bed in mere twenty minutes. I didn’t mind, hell I would love to fuck her brains out, but my suspicion took the better of me. “Why are you so desperate?” I asked incredulously. Her eyes opened wide.“What did you say?” She was startled.“I mean, I’m not the most popular on school, we both know that.. She caress my hair and kiss my face all over and sometimes give small pecks on my lips. I would open my eyes and give her a peck. We would both smile and I would then again cuddle in her breast. Often she would remove her t shirt and hide me in her cleavage of her bra. Her warmth is amazing and I feel like never growing up. She has never tried to dominate me and hence, I have never minded being treated a bit like a kid by her, rather a very pampered kid by her. It all started with small. "Go, Jack. I'll sit here and read for the next fifteen minutes." She was deep into her chapter when the baby moved. It might not have been the first time but it was the first time she felt it. It was wonderful ... and with unerring accuracy ... the kick landed on her bladder."Brat!" she cradled her belly and headed for the bathroom. She looked longingly at the tub and acting on a whim she ran a bath. She looked at her watch."I've got time."It was full dark and the water was almost cold when she. " "Maybe, but even when I do get a chance of some dialogue I usually find a way around it. Do a monologue or have a character narrate it back as a summary." "So what are we doing here then? Because all I'm seeing is dialogue so far." "We're going to enact a scene comprised entirely of dialogue." "A sex scene?" "Of course. This is Lushland after all." "I can see you've ticked the 'Historical' category and subheaded it 'George Eliot'. So do I take it that this is going to be about George Eliot?".