But I didn't care. He started grabbing my boobs yet again. He put his whole entire palms onto my boobs. He moved them around numerous times as well. I...loved it how much he loved my boobs. I thought they were a little small and made me less sexually attractive to him. But obviously he still liked them and really loved me, and not my boobs. Then he leaned up and put his face in between my boobs. “Shit that tickles, keep doing that Steve. Make your sister feel really good,” I said. Then he leaned. Shealso couldn't believe that she couldn't stop her own dumb brain fromhearing that question so personally whispered as flirting and arousing.She had never expected to be so aroused while getting so sad and upset.The parts of Sandra's brain that had been worried that she was flirtingtoo much with Dave before when he was just teenage crush on step-dadwere now overloading with concern that Dave had decades more experiencein flirting than she did and couldn't decide if this was weaponizedarousal. I wasn't certain of either, and I didn't want to taint their own impressions of her.Tarmant was thrilled that I'd told Laura we'd go out again, and to call, and I had to tell her not to get overexcited."And I don't want you going into the bar stirring things up, either," I said firmly. "She'll call, or she won't, but trying to force it will only push her away. She's skittish enough, for whatever reason. If she lets it go more than a few days, then I might send you to ask her if I should start. Not just that, but the absence of noise made it even more clear that this wasn't home any more. Home was where Shawna and Hope were, but that was down the street now. In Stornoway it had been the same building, at least. It had been odd trying to get sleep without them, but he'd known they weren't far away.He trudged up the stairs with his bags, stopping at the door to his old room. The bed was stripped down to a bare mattress. The walls had been repainted in a soft blue. In the corner, where.