Working in the darkroom had never been this wonderful! He turned and felt the softness of her breast. He slipped the print in the developer and, almos... magically, the picture began to appear. Mary’s breath caught as the picture became clear. Matt had chosen one of the pictures he’d taken at her house, one that he’d snapped just as she was coming. A combination of emotions flooded her, the memory of that day, the feelings she’d given herself, and the realization of what she and Matt had been. In the Rocky Mountains, with their clean crisp air and icy cold streams, I met Mary. At night the Colorado sky was awash with stars which even the flickering light of our campfire couldn’t diminish. My brother and I sat by the fire and watched shooting stars streak across the dark azure sky. Behind us in folding chairs, my parents quietly talked as I played my guitar and sang ‘Sounds of Silence’. Those who are musicians will attest, the guitar is a total chic magnet. This night was no exception. She hated the sight of the test, in the little brown paper bag. It was white, with pink and blue letters."This sucks," she smiled wryly to Dana, holding back tears. "This fucking sucks." It's okay," Dana told her. "Jen, I promise you, it will be okay." She read her the instructions. Echh, she had to pee on the stick.She came out immediately, Dana sitting on her bed. They had to wait five minutes."You look," Jen told her, laying on the bed. "I can't." Sure, I'll look. Jen, it will be okay. It. Once over her hips she slides the skirt down her legs and off altogether. She bends down as she does this, giving you a good view of her cleavage before her hair covers it. When she stands back up, her hair covers her breasts, making her look naked from the waist up. She approaches you again, this time sitting on your lap. You need no invitation this time to feel her breasts. She leans her head back and begins kissing your neck."Open it," she whispers to you. You move your hands to the center.