Finally, she shook it, “Hi, I’m Colette, but my friends call me ‘Colly’ because I’m so jolly.”“You’re an emo girl? I’ve never met on... before.”“Sort of ... well, trying to be, I guess; or I was. I’m about to change though; I’m getting too old, and I only like some of the music now. The few friends I have are deeper into it than I am. That’s one of the reasons I thought I’d reach out and see whether I could expand my circle of friends.”I asked, “Did you put up a profile and picture of. And somewhere along the way ... I performed a little too well.Of course we didn't know that then. What we knew was that we each had a pile of twenties hidden away in our closets. Ten grand takes up a surprising amount of space, and we still had a lot of what we'd been paid before that as well. And you can't, as a teenager, go wandering into a bank with a handful of twenties and ask for hundreds without raising an eyebrow or two.It is possible, though she's never admitted it, that Addison had a. "I don't think you would mind," Holly said. She rubbed her arm straight up and down on my erection. She looked down, for a second I thought she was going to grab me."Really?" I tried to play dumb."You know," Holly slid her hand under my shirt. Her delicate fingers running circles around my belly button. I tensed at her touch. "Relax." I'll try," I answered. My erection screamed in my sweatpants."So, in my dream, you made me pose naked for you," Holly ran her hand farther up under my shirt to my. I first met her officially at a party Friday night. She and Tom sold their businesses and moved back here from LA. She ran the catering company we used for our meetings out there and, well she and most of her girls catered to ALL of our needs at the meetings if you get what I mean. Tom didn't know anything about it until I opened my big mouth. I got some DVD's and pictures sent to me from the guys out in LA and gave them to Tom this morning. I know you don't think much of me but if you could.