As I wrapped mythin fingers around the handles, he nodded at my head."I would suggest you dye it first. Then cut it," he said with a tone ofassured au...hority. "Probably something a lot shorter than it is now.I'll help you with the back if want. The important part is to not looklike Sasha Dellinger anymore."I pulled the scissors from his grasp and rolled my eyes. "No kidding,"I said. "Just because I'm having ... uh, moments ... doesn't mean I'veforgotten everything I learned at the Academy." I. I traveled to Chicago suburb where they lived and found their home. When I simply arrived at their doorstep, they could see my angst, my love, and while they didn’t understand what exactly had happened between Aurora and me, they knew it was not some trivial affair or anything so petty.They let me come in to their home; they were civil and seemed, if anything, sympathetic. But the only things they could tell me were that Aurora was safe, and that she had in fact received her PhD. But that even. So I went inside and she started to shiver.I immediately grabbed her. She was unable to say anything. I started kissing her lips. She started murmuring and breath was fast. So my hands started the activity. Slowly I removed the two hands to see the perfect shape of her two lovely balls. It was awesome.I slowly removed the bra and kissed from her neck and then into the breast. Breasts with the nipple was awesome. I started sucking it. Wow what a lovely feeling it was. The nipples got slightly. ”“Jesse is in heaven, I take it?” Dad asked with a grin.“Of course! He got to see her over the Summer, and he got to see Marta as well. And he has his groupies in Chicago, too!”“He and Francesca are still together?”“It waxes and wanes,” I said. “But she never lets him stray too far!”“Sounds like a few of your girls when you were growing up,” he said with a smirk.“Present company included!” I replied, earning a light smack on the arm from Joyce.“Ancient history,” Joyce replied.Our salads arrived.