She pressed her body against mine, never breaking her kiss. Her heart was pounding, vibrating against my chest. She pushed harder, lowering me onto my...back and sending a hand down to my thigh, then up between my legs, making me gasp from surprise as much as arousal. I was swept away and delighted, and as rare as they came lately, I was not going to let this opportunity get away. As soon as I reached for the bottom hem of her shirt, she reached for mine as well, and we both lifted each others’. She wiggled and moaned. This girl was an enthusiastic massage recipient.From my foot of the bed position, my fingers danced up the outside of her legs to the sides of her rib cage where they played momentarily. Her butt gyrated; I took this as a pleasure point and like dancers on the dance floor who don’t need to talk, we communicated silently. I lifted slightly, her butt willingly raised off the table. Of course, I was leaning forward in this position. I welcomed her butt approaching my face. Luckily, the next day was Sunday and Laura didn't have to work. Shespent a good part of her morning in the shower trying to scrub away theshame of last night's events. Maybe it had all been a dream and shehadn't really been assaulted by her boss. Maybe she had too much todrink and the whole thing had been a hallucination. Maybe the stains onthe front of her dress were some kind of sauce carelessly dropped duringdinner. Maybe, maybe...there was no maybe. Laura could not deny toherself what. Dane?”“Is that you, Phoebe?”“Yes. Mr. Dane, why are you calling me? I…I guess I’m late for school, aren’t I?”“It’s Saturday, Phoebe. I’m calling because you called me.”“No I didn‘t? I don‘t even know your phone number?”“I got a weird call from this number. It sounded like…well I don’t know what it sounded like, but it sounded pretty bad. I didn’t realize this was you. You really didn’t call me?”“I’m not sure. I think I‘ve done a lot of things I‘m not sure about. I think…” She paused, and then.