"It's a little hard to make Laura Dressing when the main ingredient is somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean Sea." Hannah said with a sad look."Wel..., then maybe we can invent our own," Lana said, hopefully picking up the salad dressing mixing bottle again."We would still at least need—Pietro!" Hannah said loudly as someone walked in from the opposite side of the kitchen. "Where did you come from? We haven't seen you all day." I slept late this morning. Ms. Bradson and I were up rather long. , and we made love immediate- ly. When I reached under the baggy material and felt her wet cotton panties, I just began to devour her. I wished, as did she, that I could have cum again and again, but I was pretty spent after about an hour or so. Just as she slipped back into her soiled panties and college sweatshirt, we heard a knock came at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Mike, who we had completely forgotten was coming over to see us about some not-so-urgent business. Mike. Um...” How could I explain to her how much she meant to me?“You know that scene in ‘Good Will Hunting’ where Robin Williams is talking to Will about the girl he met? He says, ‘You’re not perfect. She’s not perfect. The question is whether you’re perfect for each other.’ You love me. You encourage me. You pray with me and for me. You make me want to be the best man I can be and the best runner I can be and the best ... the best everything I can be. These past couple of months have been miserable. Before I could do anything I found a small folded piece of paper on my desk. It was carefully printed in draftsman style lettering. ‘I’ll pick you up at your place at 7PM. Wear jeans and comfortable shoes. I know the address. Greg.’ This was supposed to be my play and the SOB took the lead away from me again. The end result was what I wanted but I was planning on getting to that point on my actions not his. He was making me feel a little uncomfortable and I didn’t like it. I had not expected.