You watch her reflection in the glass as she seems to glide over to you, stopping next to your desk to kneel. Her pert breasts are small but firm, and...her dress does little to hide the sculpted ass beneath, the product of long days running track for your university. She's barefoot of course, and her blonde-over-brown hair is tied up in a simple ponytail, because there's something about that particular practicality that just gets you good."Hello Sir," she says sweetly. She's the timid type, so. “That you were, the key word being hunting. You almost never shot anything and rabbits won’t keep you alive during the winter.”Elsa ended up breaking her engagement to Munford calling him a lazy, undisciplined person who was scared to death of work. “I need a man who’ll step up and do what needs to be done to provide for his family and that ain’t you.”We didn’t hear any of this until later when they stopped by to say goodbye. We shook and Elsa hugged us both, asking us to keep an eye on her. Sarah was jolted out of her memories by the gently touch, before she smiled and looked down to Annabel. Her voice was soft as she spoke, ‘How are you feeling now?’ Annabel’s lips twitched into a vague ghost of a smile, as she looked up to Sarah, how she loved it when Sarah was the one who came to her at night and chased the nightmares away. In her normal soft toned voice she replied, ‘I am fine, now. Thank you Sarah.’ Sarah gently smoothed Annabel’s hair back as she dredged up the usual. But that look they shared and the handhold with the fingers interlocking told her that they’d already figured out how they were going to get back at her for the prank the night before. And now they were here in San Finzione, ready to put their plan into action. She couldn’t wait. She had been brushing her nether lips through the fabric of the dress she wore and was slowly hiking it up to gain unrestricted access when the number she’d given the Prefect of Police rang. With a huff, she took a.