I teased that I was going to have to start calling her 'Harold' because that laugh of hers could embarrass the angelic choir!She was just being hersel..., so beautiful and lovely and sweet. She looked so fantastic. To me, she always looks the way love feels.Her festive dress was giving me naughty ideas, but my visions were not of sugar plums! I was in no hurry to leave, I liked holding her hand and our tender kisses. I liked holding her whilst we danced, especially when we shared the tender. It wasn't going to happen. She bit her lip to fight back the tears and then quickly straightened her shoulders and told herself that she was a big girl. After all she could take care of herself. She went to the kitchen to see if... the doorbell rang! Her heart seemed to make an attempt at jumping out of her chest. Tingles of excitement ran through her body. It was him, it had to be. She was a normal woman: she had a good job, good friends, didn't have a criminal record, lived in a nice. Taking the lord's name in vain... begging to be fucked... by a girl! She always acted so morally superior to everyone. She was a slut, just like Jessica said she was. How could she have hidden this side of her all these years?My emotions were running rampant... from bewildered, angry, and oddly, sexually stimulated... becoming so aroused I thought I would burst.For the first time in my life I touched myself. Running my hands up under my skirt, I rubbed the crease in my panties, surprised how. . by you." Well, yeh, maybe I am off limits, but... shit, not completely."Doc knew he had her. He had misjudged her, something he didn't often do, had thought she really meant what she said. But it worked out perfectly. His aloofness was the very thing that had hooked her. Yeh, her female ego couldn't stand to be ignored."Hell, honey, you have no idea how it was tearing me up to see you every day and not be able to touch you, to stand and stare and know you think I'm a slob." Doc, Doc, I don't.