" No," she said. "You taught me that everything on my body is connected to everywhere else if I became aware of the signals my body was sending me. I ...ook you at your word, and listened to it." Oh Debbie," I cried, "this is a lot for a girl to handle all at once!"She stood up and drained her cup, then leaned down and hugged me. "I've got to go home and face my father and mother. I don't want you to confess to undying love or anything right this second. It would be enough for me to know you're. In many cases, I am their sexual fantasy. Through experience and observation, I have learned to understand a person by the way he or she uses their eyes. For example, the moment I got on the plane and saw you sitting alone your eyes looked directly into mine and communicated, ‘Please sit next to me.’ You saw a pretty woman who tickled your lust. You saw my uniform which gave you a feeling of confidence in me. You saw a mature woman—perhaps your mother’s age—who made you feel the desire to be. She pressed close and whispered, "There's much you don't know about me, Margaret Thorns," she tongued Maggie's ear sensually and added in a scratchy tone, "But remember this, if it makes my brother happy, I can, and will, do anything..."Maggie didn't have the leeway to take in Laura's words, because as soon as she had felt her nipples getting mashed by the delicate palms, nothing else mattered. It didn't matter why Laura was so guarded and reserved, why she was fucking her own k** brother, and. It was a long, heavy, metal cylinder with a bright spotlight-like beam, with a metallic blue finish that was chipped and scratched from use. Heavy with the six huge D cell batteries it held within. His dad had given it to him for Christmas last year for when they went camping. He liked having his own grown-up flashlight, a big tough Maglite. He checked the beam on it, bright as balls and steady. Big Flash, check. He grabbed the little baby flashlight the Maglite had replaced from his desk.