Her brown eyes squinted harshly. "You are not taller than me." C'mere," I challenged, walking toward the mirror over my dresser. "Stand back-to-back."...We backed together. I could feel her shoulder blades on mine. Our heads touched."See, I'm taller." I was trying to glance sideways at the mirror without giving a centimeter."No way. Look, my ears are higher than yours." What? Like hell." Face-to-face," she commanded. On impulse, we spun around and faced one another, our noses nearly touching. We. Should I tell Steph? We can’t afford to lose Amanda as a worker. She is too damn good. Do I really want to stop her? No one has ever wanted me the way she does. Although, I don’t know if I can take another pounding like the one I just had. How did things get so messed up? All I ever wanted was for someone to love and be with. Does Amanda love me? Does she even care about me? Or am I just a fuckboy to her? If she loved me, would she have done those things to me? God I still need to cook dinner…. He tugged and my foreskin slid back. The fabric rubbed my exposed cock head and flare, igniting a thousand nerve endings.We rubbed and pinched and played for a while, feeding the ravenous tension in our groins."Hold on for a second," he said. He disengaged, got up from the bench and moved to sit on the table top. He faced me; his legs a V on either side of me as I leaned into his crotch. I warily eyed the traffic on the road, but not so much as a brake light hinted they saw us.I started. I had a pullover nylon puffy parka‬which was plenty warm for our part of the world.‬I doubted that it would be warm enough for mountain climbing in the Rockies.‬I managed to get through the trash detail before my hands froze.‬When it came to dealing with catfish and large fish hooks, ‬I had a feeling the ski gloves were going to be a problem.‬They were supposed to turn water, ‬but I found they were just water resistant which is a far cry from water proof.‭Cry might be the operative word after.