” Her eyes glimmered with tears and she whispered. “Oh heavens, I’ve set myself off again, do forgive me, Dr. Cog.”“No, no, it is all right,...Mrs. Misk-”“P-Please!” She sniffed. “You can call me Leslie, I always did hate t-this ... this Lady Misk nonsense.” She sniffed again. “A-And he’s dead. I’m not e ... exactly a Mrs anymore.” Her voice held depths of bitterness that matched the depths of the southern seas. I wished greatly to take her into my arms – to caress her until the tears subsided.. "It could be worse," said Spencer."How?" You might still be rooming with Westy." Good point." I turned to Lightspeed. "It's a long time on a bike," I said.Lightspeed smiled. "Think of it as a long time in the saddle," he said. "Hey, you wanna go for a ride?" Too cold," said Spencer."Pussy," accused Lightspeed. "How about you, Boss? Wind in your hair, freedom of the open road, all that bullshit?"I looked at his bike. It was tempting. I loved riding around in convertibles, and this looked to feel. . His jaw is all square and masculine, and his eyes are the most wonderful shade of green!"As the giggling died down, Katherine chimed in. "He just moved here; he's only two houses down."This was met with an amazed "No way! Are you serious?" from Lexi and more giggling from Trish."Yeah," Katherine responded with a sly smile "I even have his number!" she said playfully, placing emphasis on each syllable. Further giggles ensued, followed by Katherine saying "You should call him!" Trish squealed. He got scared and stopped his movements while turning straight with his face up. I placed my left arm around his waist with the weight of my shoulder at his chest. My left breast was crushed against his chest and my lips very close to his cheeks. I could feel his hard breathing at my face. In the hazy light, I could see his eyes closed and his hand at his meat. I intentionally lifted my left leg up, bent it from the knee and placed at his thighs. My inner thigh could feel the hardness of his.