And don’t talk too much. Just answer their questions. You don’t need a lawyer, but be careful.”“Understood. Thanks, Dad.”We hung up and I we...t through my usual morning routine of exercising, a shower, and breakfast. I headed to school, still preoccupied with the impending visit from the FBI. School seemed to drag, and I had trouble concentrating, but fortunately, there was nothing complicated in any of my classes. I headed home, quite nervous about what to say. It dawned on me, that I had one. No longer having a baby to comfort, I slipped outside to wait, and think. This feeling I had was unreal. It'd been years since I'd last seen Holly Hightower. There'd been many women in many places since then. But now I was falling for this one, hard. Before I could get my tangled thoughts even semi-organized, the source of my confusion came out. Motioning for me to be quiet, she took my hand and led me away from the door. What she did next still amazes me. Just before we reached the living. She sealed the bottles tight, and picked up a pen and put a small red '1' in the corner of each label. Then she took out a third bottle, emptied out two ounces of water, replaced this with two ounces of the same drug combination, and sealed it tight. She marked a red '2' on the corner of this label. She didn't want to accidently confuse the bottles. She put them in the frig. She wanted them cold and refreshing!Next she tore open the plastic coverings on the two dirty magazines and surveyed. His right hand slides down lower, over the material covering her pussy. Lightly at first, he runs a finger up and down, tracing the outline of her lips against the material. He pushes harder, the lips spread apart a bit. Moisture seeps through the material, she is so wet. He moves back up a bit, and concentrates movement right on top of her clit. Round and round his finger moves, flicking back and forth. She moans, and bends her knees, trying to move harder against his hand. Faster and faster.