She paused to pinch the smoldering nub and remember. She paused again – pinching again – harder – just to feel herself in the here and now of a ...rand new morning.This morning, she was a luxury only she could afford.Her hand started to move further down but then stopped and changed direction, sliding back up to slip over the other breast. She closed her eyes and languished in the feel of her own flesh. Breasts were beautiful. Her breasts were beautiful. Her hand slipped up and over one and then. Her handcontinued to run across my thigh. I was still too afraidto look, afraid that eye contact would somehow stop thiscourse of action. She pressed her buttocks against myhips and I pressed back. I remember vividly how exciting and scary it was,knowing her dad and all of our family was in the nextroom and nearby, but I couldn’t help myself. I pushed myhips against her, just to be sure we had the same thingsin mind. She pressed back. Now there was no doubt, shewas asking me to at least. All she heard, though, was the wondrous bird song beyond their tent playing counterpoint to the gentle rumbling of her adopted brother’s chest under her head. She laid her head back down with a slight smile, finding comfort in Yren’s slight snore.She had slept as she always slept with Yren, half over him with his arm around her, holding her at her waist. She was on her side, her head on his chest, her torso curled into her brother’s. Her lithe right leg lay over his muscular, tree trunk of a. He’ll get over his pissed off. He knows I am passing on credit to staff; I don’t try to hog the glory. I just want to present ideas in a way that they become winning ideas. In fact, President did get over his pissed off the next evening in Laura’s living room when his wife thanked Laura profusely for her Latin American idea. “I’ve always wanted a reason for my husband to take me to Rio de Janeiro for Carnival and now he will have no excuse at all to resist.” Laura got a sincere hug and cheek.