I let the phone ring and ring, and the whole time I was looking at the shiny new cord that the maintenance man put in when he fixed the handset, after...Becky Finklestein broke it. The call went to voicemail but I didn’t want to leave a message. I just wanted to hear Angie. “Oh my God this is totally Angie you guys. Leave a message or whatever,” the recorded voice said. She was so hot.She was the most important thing in my life, except my car and maybe my Motley Crue box set. I hung up the phone. .far...” her breaths making it difficult for her to speak. I began to kiss back across her collarbone to the other shoulder, while running my thumbs gently over her already erect nipples, eliciting a shudder throughout her entire body, before returning to her chest, leaving light pecks and licks between her breasts. As I reached them, I lightly bit my way to her nipples, licking, sucking and nibbling on them, while allowing my hands to explore the rest of her body, inching lower and lower,. I need to lead them – and the only way to do that was to accept marriage to you.”“Convenient,” Ataya said bitterly, her fascination with the story clearly ended. She turned away, a little embarrassed she had gotten so caught up in his story. It wasn’t like her, but his voice was so warm and mellifluous it somehow managed to draw her in.“What isn’t convenient is this distance,” Yren spoke up in a overly distraught voice. He stood for a moment tutting dubiously, his hands on his hips. He stood. She rapped at the door.“Yeah?” Brandon enquired from within.“Can I come in?”“Sure.” Brandon responded after a brief pause and she opened the door and slipped inside. For a change the room was lit by the overhead light and Brandon’s desk lamp as he seemingly pored over the textbook cracked open on his desk, rather than the harsh glare of his PC monitor. Tegan wandered across the room and sat down on the bed, which was made for a change. There was a long silence as Tegan waited for Brandon to say.