Our relationship had always been platonic, mutually so, but i'd always thought she was cute and kinda sexy. i never knew or cared about how she though... about me, since i figured we'd always just be friends.we walked outside, stood and talked until it started raining harder. i was ready to run to my car but she stopped me and said, "give me your number and i'll text you". i complied and she texted, "follow me, i don't live far." i did as told and a couple minutes later i was parked behind her. Spreading out from her mid-thighs, over her firm ‘B-sized’ breasts to a point near Tempe’s ears were the butterfly’s four intricately painted light blue and purple wings. Tempe’s butterfly wings were highlighted with a black contrasting paint and sparkling silver wing spots.Adorning Tempe’s smiling face; Mrs. S had painted a smaller version of this larger beautiful butterfly. The majority of this tiny creature was painted over Tempe’s left eye, forehead and cheek areas, with the tiny butterfly. The slightest movement made her wince.“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ll be able to draw a bow or lift anything heavy anytime soon. If you find someone with healing magic, they might be able to undo the damage, but otherwise, I can’t imagine your arm will ever regain its full use or strength.”“That’s fine,” she said with a monotone voice and dead fish eyes. She shuddered as if shaking herself awake. “No, it’s not fine, it’s terrible. But ... I don’t have to worry about using a bow.”“You’re. ” “Yeah right,” snorted my wife reaching over to pat his belly playfully. “Oh wait, this is pretty hard actually.” Sam lifted his shirt to reveal a carapace of muscled abs that put my own pale flabby gut to shame. “You like that? Go ahead, touch it,” he offered smugly. My wife shot me a guilty look as she tucked her long blonde hair behind one ear and ran her hand up and down Sam’s rippling torso. Her cheeks colored slightly as she felt up Sam’s body. “Yes, well, the weed seems to be keeping.