Many months had gone by and their daily conversations became more and more with text messages in between. They couldn't get enough of each other. Here...she was, after all the communication and she was frozen where she stood. Staring at him, wanting him yet not knowing what to do with the moment. She drifted off to another place, sexually imagining all the things they used to do. His hands on her body, the way his callouses would rake against her flesh, hitting the sweet spots to arouse her. She. Maybe not beautiful in the classic sense, but more of a fresh faced girl next door look. Dark blonde hair, worn down, falling just onto her shoulders. Blue eyes. Not a dark indigo, but a lovely medium blue. She obviously took care of herself. She was slim but not skinny. Her muscles were firm and well developed but not bulging as a workout fanatic's might be. And her legs and ass ... Jim had to pull his eyes away before she noticed him. He would guess she liked a lot of outdoor activities, but. "It's a pretty simple looking box. Kind of fragrant though, wouldn't you say?"From the exterior of the box, a pleasant scent wafted into the tight quarters of the beehive hut."This reminds me a lot of cinnamon. What was that old saying about cinnamon?" Richard looked over the object, to determine how it opened and whether the lid was locked in place."The wonder spice, Doctor," Perry said. The itchiness that began when he tried on the garments slowly subsided. "There was an old joke that you can. Every time Claire comes home, she and Ana spend hours around the house, watching movies, swimming in the pool, sneaking beer out of the fridge, talking about boys, sneaking a little dope beside the house where they think I won't notice, being girls. Consequently, I have gotten to know Ana and her parents pretty well over the years. There have been a lot of sleep overs, some nights when she's shown up drunk and needed a place to crash, this year less so as Claire has been gone and Ana has been.