"We've got all the time we want. Don't be greedy. I'll see you in a month." I love you." I heard as I slowly put the receiver down.A month later I was...waiting at gate 27 at San Francisco International. I watched the Boeing 737 taxi up to the gate. She was the fifth person off. She looked just as beautiful, no even more beautiful. She had filled out into young womanhood. Her hips were more rounded and she now had nice C cup tits under a tight sweater. The way they bounced I could tell they were. I drove home in silence. I felt sober for the first time in months. Thistime, I really did feel silly. The dress around me shouldn't be on me.The boobs on my chest shouldn't be there. For the first time in months,Alex was actually back. And he was finally ready to stop all this forgood.I parked the car and pulled out my phone.I texted Felicia something that had been on my mind for a while:"Felicia... I am so, so sorry for what I said and did. You hurt me.There is no way for me to deny that. And. Oh! I’m Rick”, he said. “Now I have been giving a lift to the Monday class of a woman I have known for some time and because the drawing class finishes later than mine I have also been taking her home. Could you take on that arrangement for going by your address you live just a few street from her unit and it would certainly help me and enable me to enjoy the company of my class over a after class coffee ritual that has been in vogue for a while and one I have had to leave early to be the. The barkeep, as usually, sneaked away from his duties long ago. Behind him, across the room, Olso can see a troll woman and a tauren man holding their eyes locked into one-another, both shining, by love. He grows a small smile, and let his gaze go towards the tables. There he sees all kinds of people siting, from all kind of races of the Horde. A few sober, and alot of them not. Their laughs, yells, and talking bouncing between the inn's walls, making it sound like the bazaar during busy days..