“You seem a little lost, in more ways than one.”The young witch spins around to where the voice came from. Sitting perched on a large rock is a go...t, chewing on some grass. He looks much like her; human-looking but in a goat form. “Um ... I didn’t expect to find anyone in a situation like me.”“A situation like you?” the goat repeats. “What kind of situation are you in?”“Well duh, I screwed up a spell that merged me with my cat and this is what I got,” Penelope quickly explains, displaying her. But this story is about what I didn't know about Rick (and vice versa) on a Thursday afternoon in 1986. We both had busy schedules - but we always had time on Thursdays to get together at his house and catch up on things. I got there at the usual - door unlocked as usual, and headed upstairs, yes as usual. Now, as normal - I would always find him in his room studying, Not this time!As I headed down the hallway, I could hear the definite moans and pounding of some serious fucking going on!Now. I was slim and was in no match for her and she used to arm twist me and get all her job and homework done. Hearing her voice alone used to make me pee in my shorts. Because my house was next to hers, she used to call my name often. She expected me to run to her at once. Although my Hindi was bad I used to understand her orders and reply in English.Once we were playing hide and seek. She was ill and was not playing. She was lying on the bed and her mother was cooking. In an effort to hide. You are filling a pot of water at the sink when I come up behind you. I hug you from behind. At first my hands circle you, holding you, letting you know how dear you are to me, even after so long. Then they creep up your chest and I take your breasts in my hands. I knew you wouldn't wear a bra for me, I was so excited when I came in and saw your breasts swinging against the fabric of your blouse, nipples pushing up against the thin cotton, dark aureoles showing through.Looking at your breasts.