Yet despite their urgency she does her utmost to pluck every emotional string in my unconcerned heart. Vulnerability “I’m never comfortable sat ...n my own; you never know what might happen.” The evil that is men. “You really can’t trust them …” hand flung expressively towards the trio of hapless innocents propping up the bar exhibiting no greater concern than whether there is enough coinage in their pockets to replenish near empty glasses. Sisterhood “And us women really do need to look. .~I emptied my glass, sighed and started the next message. "Hi, honey. It'sMom...."Quickly I pushed the skip button and took a deep breath. I wasn't readyfor that one yet."Hello, I want you to come in tomorrow. I know you think you made somedeal with George, but we're going to get drop-ins from all the shoppersand. . ."~Come on, Greg, don't be a jerk; say please.~". . . so if you want to keep your job you'll be here -- I'm payingeveryone time and an eighth. I know you were busy today, and if. He was slowly and gently running his fingertips up and down my back. Then his hands went past my sides and onto my stomach. They lingered there for a bit. My stomach was in knots. I had goosebumps all over my body. He slowly ran his hands up to the front of my body, till he reached my firm breasts. A sigh and groan escaped my mouth. He rubbed them for a couple of minutes. I was shocked I was just allowing this. Then I felt his hands leave my body and start to remove my dress. I stood there lock. The silence was broken when my bookmark fell out of my book and slid onto the floor. Ashley was quick to bend over to pick it up. “Oh, let me get that for you”, she said as she bent over. I felt a little guilty as I stole a quick glance of her small, roundly-shaped butt. I broke out of my trance. “Oh, no, it’s fine”, I said as I bent to get the bookmark off the floor, as well. As we both reached down to get the bookmark, my hand landed on top of her. All of a sudden, I was holding her soft,.