She smiled. “Still excited, huh?"“Uh, yeah…” I responded, trying to ignore the comment about my boner. “Come in, I’ll grab you some.” I ...eld the door open for her, then went to the showers to grab our body wash. I came back and handed her the bottle. Instead of taking the bottle and leaving, which is what I was really hoping for now because of the situation in my pants, Morgan pointed out the bruise on my ribs from our last game against Vassar College. I had taken an elbow to the ribs and the. The incident had been an eye-opener to her. She had not really thought about such things before, but she was keen to learn more about it. At that time, the internet in the building where she lived, was having stability-issues, so when she got off the bus, she walked back a bit and turned down a narrow side-street. There was an old and very friendly second hand bookstore that she had visited on several occasions in the past. It was a very large shop, but is was not very often that there was many. “Open your mouth,” I said meekly. Joe looked at me, pleading with his eyes, and I could see that he was feeling my dad’s hand pulling his hair, but he didn’t open his mouth. I looked at Dad and pulled my hand back. Dad nodded, and that big grin crossed his face. Before he knew what hit him, I slapped the boy across the face and, yet one more surprise, I yelled, “Open your mouth, Bitch!” I think Dad clenched his fist in the boy’s hair even tighter, and whether he opened his mouth for my. Get settled in and I’ll come back in and set up the massage table. Come on out in a towel when you’re all set.’ She unpacked and undressed, and slipped into the bath. Bubbles and candlelight soaked the tenseness out of her muscles and mood. She had no idea what the room was scented with. It smelled amazing. Tip of her hat to the aromatherapy choice. If they had a gift shop, she was going to raid it. All the bottles were unlabeled except for the generic identifiers like ‘Shampoo’ and.