” The voice was excited but uncertain. He turned around and saw her. She was dressed in a white knee-length skirt, dark pink button-down top, and do...l shoes. A dark blue sling bag worn across her chest emphasized the roundness of her breast on her otherwise conservative outfit. She was tugging at a small luggage bag with a small shoulder bag on top. Her hair was pulled back as usual, and there was no lipstick. The smile was shy, yet expectant. He moved forward and hugged her. For a petite frame. He was very much aware of the toll Hugh’s death had taken on Ada. It was like she had aged twenty years over night. Little did he know that Ada had much more than the departed Hugh to think about. That spring, summer, and fall of 1956, indeed, was the medicine Ada needed. Living there, back in Brook House, and reliving her memories there—even running her hands over the tire inserts in the dining room railing of the Shaffer touring sedan Pete Fair had driven her from Indiana in—were grounding. I raised myself into a kneeling position as my fingers did there work. I kissed Brenda so the watcher could appreciatte the picture and then moved to her breasts and nipples. My body was arched so the veiwer could see my movements. My hands encircled one of hers breast and I softly squeezed it pushing her nipple to the pinicale. I lowered my head and as I did so I turned and looked at the watcher. I pushed out my tonge and let it's tip touch the top of the teat, I began by just flicking it. Collins'office and they want to see you right away!!!" "My mom, here," Brittany asked nervously, "what in the world is she doing with Ms. Collins!?!" " I dunno," Kimmy replied, "but if I were you I'd get my ass in there pronto, you know how she hates having to ask for something twice!!!" That was for sure, the forty something gym teacher had a hair trigger that didn't take a lot to set it off, so after grabbing her books and tossing her wet towel into the hamper, she made an audible gulping.