She was easier to wake up but a lot less clothed. She rolled over and her breasts came into view. I pulled the blanket up her body instead of down lik... I had done with her mother. "Come on B, its Christmas. Time to wake up." I bounced her mattress several times and she finally gave up and instead of hiding under the covers she got up."There, I'm up. Happy now?"She had only her panties on so I reached down and picked up her sleep shirt and fuzzy pants, "Here honey. Get dressed and we can go. It had been a whirlwind of events, not least of which was becoming initiated into the Order of the Love Monk and through his closeness with Joseph, despite the short time they had known each other, a significant member, highly ranked if Joseph approved of ranking in his Order which he didn't, but his significance was proved by the prominence given him at the gathering, he was to make a speech which at a typical convention would be considered the key note, but such ranking again was rejected and. We met for lunch and immediately felt comfortable with her, like we had known each other forever. She was attractive, blond shoulder length hair blue eyes, about 5’8, but she had a nice body and really nice boobs. She wasn’t dressed overly sexy, but you could tell she had a lot of sexuality about her.It didn’t take long for the lunch conversation to get personal, really personal. We chatted about our husbands, and their work, and her son, and I asked how she ended up in this town doing this. " I'm impressed. Balls-to-the-wall aggressive isn't your usual deal, Liz." Didn't used to be, you mean. Look, I love Frank, and Lori my choreographer, and my family, and my agent, and all--but sometimes I think that I'm surrounded by a support team that thinks that creating great art and making a statement is more important than winning. You're a skater, you know how convoluted the whole art/sport argument can get." Yeah. Maybe even more for ice dancers. Romeo and Juliet was a chance, and a.