They may think you need to feel on the bubble, to make you perform your best."Either way, just be the Brian we all know and love and go knocks their p...ters off!"I laughed like a fool! That was as close to profanity as Mr. Bell ever came, and it was perfect!I HAD to tell the girls.Winnie was in the outer clubhouse, so I started with her. When I informed her our trip home was postponed, she jumped in my arms and laid a big one on me. That got me looking at the clock to see if I could 'squeeze'. I didn’t want him to feel that I was being possessive. We weren’t dating and frankly it was none of my business. He looked at me puzzled. ‘I’m sorry.’ I apologized. ‘It’s none of my business, and you don’t have to explain to me what’s going on in your life.’ I could feel my face turning crimson. He chuckled. ‘That’s my sister, Sydney.’ I didn’t realize you could go from feeling miserable to angry to stupid in such a short span of time. ‘I’m sorry. I just…’ ‘Don’t explain, I would have. You are now completely naked, lying on the bed waiting for me. I straddle you again, my damp thong the only clothing that separates us. Leaning forward to kiss you, I take your hand, and move it above your head. The scarf is waiting, and before you realize, I have fastened your hand to the bed. You chuckle as I do the same with your other hand. Spinning around I deliberately bend over to give you a view of the tiny string between my arse cheeks. I sense your frustration at not being able to. And now it was here. I put on a pop mix on Spotify andstarted brushing my hair and getting ready. I was putting my makeup inmy bag, when the buzzer rang. "Hey, it's Jacob." I'll be right down." I rested my sunglasses on my head. They were roundsunglasses that the stylist said, went really well with my face shape.I came down, wearing the motorcycle jacket over a floral print peasanttop and jeans, and he was there, in a sweater over a t shirt, whichshowed off his chest muscles. I gave him a light.