Amanda was done wiping the glasses.Staring into her eyes, I thought at her. "Tell me what's wrong, Amanda." I'm fucking stressed out of my mind," Aman...a said."I've never seen you like this," I said. "Is it that bad at school? Or money?" I do dinners during the week here and weekend brunches," she told me. "The money is fine. I use Saturday and Sunday night to catch up on my projects and school reading. It's everything, Simon!" You've been doing it for years, Amanda." I know," she said. "I. She scowled down at the unconscious man, wishing for a brief second that she had the nerve to kick him.She tossed a few pieces of wood on the fire. It would stay lit until she could scare up something for supper. Choosing a long stick from the wood he’d gathered, she fetched her fishing line and hooks from her saddlebag. With the tip of her knife, she dug up a handful of night crawlers and set herself to fishing for her evening meal.The creek was chock full of fat sunfish, and before the sun. Then he leave us to work on it and moves to the next pair.We move through the steps. The routine is kinda a seduction thing - she keeps moving away an' I keep pulling her back. If I do it right, she all but snaps against me. The worst moment for me is near the end when she lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist. It would be so easy to push her against the wall an' do her. I think about it so often, I'm actually surprised I haven't done it yet. I dip her."God, I could so do you." I don't. George stood close behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. 'I'll take your coat', he said.As he eased it over her shoulders she was very aware of his hands through the thin fabric of her blouse. Very conscious of his body so close to her. She suppressed a desire to lean back and make contact with him. her heart began to race. She felt her breasts tighten and her nipples harden as his hands slipped along her upper arms, sliding the coat off them.The room they entered at the far end of the.