‘Drive by, go home. She’s fine,’ his rational mind tried to assert. He really did try, but the part of his brain that was still preoccupied by ...he painted wings of her robin and how the orange breast matched the highlights the sun brought when it sifted through her hair, well, that part of him pulled up beside her. He hit the button and rolled down the window, calling out to her, ‘Hey, Emma, are you okay?’ Emma jumped at hearing her name. She was very focused on how to best crush the most. No time for modesty I told her. She put her hands to her sides and i enjoyed the view of her bare breasts and erect nipples. She had a lovely small pair of breasts - probably a b cup. I stood infront of her and cupped one of her breasts. She gasped and I roughly groped her. Then I sat down infront of her on the bed. Now take off your skirt skirt young lady i said which she did. I lent forward and reached out for her panties and pulled them down. I felt very comfortable with her normally but now. No, not redemption, there was no redemption from this, but there was restitution, and that was a start. Passion’s last moment were valiant ones, and that knowledge made my guilt even more painful, but I resolved not to waste her efforts. The pain within me was good; pain was a healer. The guilt was good; the guilt would remind me, the guilt would teach me, the guilt would strengthen me. I was damned to hell ten-times over, but that didn’t mean I would jump into the express lane. Satan could. I got Sheila to come and tell me what they said was in the boxes, and that has helped with words for many of them, but I forgot to ask her what ‘chain saw’ meant. ‘Saw’, I know is a tool for cutting through wood, but ‘chain’ means nothing to me. Can you tell me, so I don’t have to go back and admit my ignorance again?”“Why didn’t you speak to Vickie or Jean about it?”“I did, but they said that to explain ‘chain’ is quite complicated.”“I suppose it is, come to think of it. In simple terms, a.