’ He released his hold on Karen and, reluctantly, she let go of him. They stepped apart, he looked at her, and a smile formed on his face. Karen gav... him a puzzled look. ‘What are you grinning at?’ she asked. The rain had drenched both of them and their clothing was dripping with water and clinging to them. Jason wasn’t sure how he looked but Karen’s blouse had become nearly transparent and the chilly water had stiffened her nipples, so he thought she looked pretty good. Surprisingly good,. "Maybe Liz will feellike showing me some gratitude." I went to my desk and started rummagingthrough books and papers like I was looking for something."Well, let's get going then," Henry said, grabbing his car keys off ofhis dresser."Fuckin'-A," Brendan said again. "My dick ain't getting any softer."Henry and Brendan headed past me and out the door while I made a goodshow of stuffing some papers and other crap in my backpack."Good luck, guys," I said.I gave them a good head start and then. Finally in exasperation Cindy told me that Mary needed one of my great backrubs.. I said sure, I stood up and crossed over to where Mary was sitting, Cindy ran to her bedroom and grabbed a bottle of lavender massage oil and bringing it out, handed it to me.. "No" I said.. "Heat it up a bit first". Smiling at me, Cindy went into the kitchen and put it into the Microwave for about 30 seconds, While she was gone I told Mary to take off her bra but to leave her Tank top on. When Cindy returned. . That would be too funny." What, Tam, what would be too funny."She laughed and laughed until tears were running down her face and she couldn't catch her breath. B'rill got a bucket and filled it from a nearby fountain, running back he dumped the cold water over Tamalains head. The cold shock snapped her back to reality quickly."Oh B'rill," said Tamalain, still gasping for breath, "The Muse is a writer of stories, the writer of history. We have free will while the Muse writes a story, and we.