After it was complete, I grabbed the cup and lifted it to my mouth. Again, this was normally a trivial task. It took a concentrated effort, but again,...I managed. Toast followed. Getting the bread out of the breadbox, putting it into the toaster and (Ugh!) pressing the handle down left me exhausted.However, by the time the toast popped up, I had recovered. Hmmm.As a science writer, I fancied myself something of a scientist. “What do I know about what’s going on?” I asked myself. The known facts. She began by pulling her shirt up slowly, 'very slowly' I thought to myself, but I was enjoying it. Still moving slowly she pulled it over her head and off, dropping it onto one of the seats. I looked over her bared skin cheerfully. From the top of her shorts up her flat stomach. Her gorgeous breasts hanging in that little pink bikini top. I didn't realize that she had stopped what she was doing and staring at me. ''Enjoying the show?'' ''Very much so,'' I managed to reply. She gave me a big. I feel your feet on my skin, as my legs echo the bend of yours. I love the nakedness of your body next to mine, it is so inviting - I love it when you sleep naked next to me, it is like a signal to me that you want me, that you crave me, that you are willing to be open to me -- but my hand gets restless there on your hip - so it goes back to your stomach - wanting to go to unsafe places. I don't want to wake you yet - I am not ready to dive in off the island of your slumber into those wakeful. Tina stopped her sobbing, looked up at me and said that was very sweet to say. Looking down into her reddened deep green eyes, I told her she had nothing to worry about and that no one would ever think to look for her here and that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked. She smiled again and asked if I was asking her to move in with me already and I stammered that was not my intention and repeated that I could easily stay at the garage if that would make her feel better. Resting her head.