I wonder if his is as high as mine. I finally let the scarf fall, but as the music slows I wrap myself tight, arms across my breasts, legs entwined. ... keep my head down, gaze on the grass, waiting. My dance is done, but I am not, I want more, I want what I have always wanted. I wait, hoping. I hear him approach, and my heart skips a beat. My pussy is dripping, my legs trembling with the effort of holding in my heat. I want to look up, but I can’t, can’t believe it is true, that the dream is. "He does," interjected Emma. "Remember that is friend Robert might beleaving." Oh, of course. You mentioned it the other week," said Jenny."And how is telling Becky going to help?" asked Maddy."My brother has decided that should Robert leave, he wants to come toschool as Michelle," said Emma. "But my daddy wants him to wait tillSeptember." What for?" asked Lucy."Someone might recognise him," said Emma."So, why tell Becky?" asked Maddy."If it helps convince her to allow Michael to sit with us,". This counter is sort of a window between her office and the floor, so if the window is closed, no office documents or whatever are in reach of the people on the public floor.This day, one of her ‘special’ truckers had come into her office – though not officially wanted – for a visit. She was working on that counter where 5 other truckers where standing in line on the opposite site. It’s always a rush when the trucks come in ’cause it’s real wasted time for the guys to wait for the papers. ‘Time. . And, well, remind me later to run something by you. I need some ... advice.”Lara nodded, giving me a small smile. “For sure, Matt. Anything. And when we get back to the house, I have something to show you too. Well, we all do!”“Come on, lad, give us a hand!” I heard Tommy call. I waved back to him, and we started toward them again.“So she looked better today?” I asked.“Yeah, for sure. She didn’t seem as tired, and she was even helping with the sandcastle.”“Cool, that’s—wait, Heather was.