Then he started on my legs, but not gently, he attacked the knots, stroked the tendons kneaded the muscles which seemed to surrender to his ministrati...ns. Slowly methodically he worked back up to my poor back and he worked magic, I no longer felt the tendrils of pain. H worked his hands under my tee-shirt and worked up to my shoulders, up one side then down the other. This, he said, you're going like this, in a husky voice. His hands worked down to and over my ass. First one globe, then. He was quiet and stayed with his circle offriends.This worked out fine for me for about a month, until one day I got pickedup at school by my Mom instead of walking home like I usually did. I wasgetting in the car and Jack walked by, he saw my mom and stopped, he lookat her again and then walked away with a puzzled look on his face. I sawthis and was a little concerned but kept it to myself. The next few daysI noticed Jack staring at me, like he was trying to picture something. Iwas a little. . Bolting awake and sitting upright, Kristen found herself facing a beautiful brunette wearing a jumper much like her own, except that it was red and still had a blouse. The young woman was about her age and was also wearing a short red cloak with a hood, and she was picking the flowers not 2 feet away from Kristen."Good morning," the brunette smiled at Kristen, "I'm glad you finally woke up, I've been so curious about you ever since I stumbled across you this morning!" Oh," said Kristen,. At last, Rob shook his head as if clearing it."I'm sorry," he intoned, embarrassed. "Where are my manners? It was rude of me to st... I mean, I couldn't help mys... Damn, Angelina, you were right. She is absolutely captivating.Okay, that helped a little. I was still shaking like a leaf in a Force Five Nor'easter."You poor girl!" Rob stated compassionately. "Why don't you women ever wear coats? You look great, but even if you take a warm cab, you can catch your death of cold getting into or out.