He didn’t need to sleep now. As he looked on, Erin filled her palm with oil once again and this time didn’t tease. Leah arched her back as her fri...nd massaged the oil into and around her breasts. Erin pulled on Leah’s nipples a couple of times, helping make them stiff in the sun. She said something that caused Leah to chuckle.Chris focused his gaze on Erin’s breasts. Erin I can fantasize about. He let his mind wander to memories of playing with Erin—licking her, playing with her breasts, being. .. against the laws of nature.Long story short, I was a basket case.So, ironically, it was left to Cindy to overcome.The only problem with that was that Cindy, while years ahead of her classmates on the emotional stability level, was still a teenager. And teenagers get spectacularly frustrated.Apparently, she saw my dithering as a threat to the princess view that living happily ever after is what is supposed to happen.I’ll just say it. She threw a tantrum. I won’t even try to repeat what she. As they used to say on the old TV series, Dragnet, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. These events took place in the early 1970s. It all started on an unseasonably hot Saturday morning in June at the Houston Flea Market. I traveled to Houston from Long Beach, California to attend a technical writer's conference at the University of Texas but stayed to check out the Houston Flea Market. The conference leader, an avid amateur photographer, told me that I could pick up pro. Everyone agrees, since Doris is an awesome cook. They all walk to that bar, since it’s only four blocks away. I am not much for the bar scene two nights in a row. Trust me, they tried their damnest to get me to go. I said next time I will go and the first round would be on me. I stay so Doris and I catch up with each other. ‘You still haven’t told Lucy about your writing, huh?’ Doris asks me reclining in her big chair with a glass of wine. We are in the living room of her house. It’s huge, with.