I had old friends nearby. Well, only a few hours away. I got my phone book and sat down. There they were: Evans. South Grafton. And a phone number. I ...ried to call. Busy! What nerve! I’d shower, dress and try again before going out for a drink. But first I looked at the directory beside the phone in my room.There was a LandRover dealer here in Port Macquarie! My pamphlet read: “When a vehicle is operated in extremely arduous conditions, a dusty, wet or muddy terrain, more frequent attention. They see where your brain makes those things you see or you feel, but no one can know exactly what those sparks mean except you.”“My mind’s eye.”“Yes. And not just what you see like in your dreams. But feelings too. You only know what you feel, but these people can learn what part of your brain makes these feelings.”“Why? Why if they don’t know what it is, they want to know where?”“It’s just like you asking me questions. They want to learn. Understand the way the brain works. If you feel happy. Somehow the hand that had rested in the small of my back found its way to brush against my boobs and then my bum in the space of the kiss."You are beautiful." He murmured into my ear.It was nice of him to say so, but I know that I'm not beautiful, just pretty, and I wasn't putting up much of a fight, yet. It was reaching the point that either we went somewhere or just parted as friends.The dance stopped and the lights, after a ten second pause, sprang back into life. It was almost dazzling and. ‘Oh that’s nice’ she murmured, spreading her legs in the chair in a clear invitation to rub her pussy.I was in no hurry though and resumed my kissing while my fingers continued their delicate tracing on her thigh and my free hand journeyed over her taut young body to cup her budding breast. Annie’s nipple hardened under my circling thumb, making her gasp as she tugged on her t- shirt, pulling it out of the skirt so that I could raise it over her head and unclip her bra freeing her lovely small.