”“Thank you,” Bess said.Betsy was bouncing from foot to foot waiting for Bess to enter. Once the woman had come inside, Betsy resisted the urge ...o hug her. Instead, she held out a hand.“I’ve been looking forward to having you over for ages.”“Thank you,” Bess said politely.She did notice that Betsy was wearing a very nice dress and was rather impressed with her choice of outfits. She had no clue what style of clothing Betsy normally wore. This was the first time that she had ever seen Betsy. My right hand is flat against his black hoodie. I can feel his heart beat through the fabric of his clothes. I take a step backward and pull the man by his hoodie towards me. My hands find the sides of his face. My fingertips dance over the scratchy fuzz while I smile at his closed eyes. His lips are partially open, as if his whole face is meditating. I wrap my arms around his neck and find his lips with mine. I pucker ever so slightly and take in his lower lip in before gently sucking on it. I. It was just a game where things went bad for some nice guys on the other team and I was always in the middle of whatever happened that day. Even their coach admitted I hadn't done anything wrong.As soon as the game was over I ran Tired and sweaty into the locker room to change and join my folks so we could ride home together. Pa and I loved to rehash every play made in the game. He had played first string for Woodman High when he attended there. We were both football fanatics."You know, Davy, I. Many times she had dreamed he would take her for his woman, and throw out his new wife, and her sissy looking son. There was NOTHING she wouldn't do for him, NOTHING!Jake hadn't been close to his wife in months. He was hard day, and night. Seeing his daughter like this made it worse, but he enjoyed seeing her wonderful body. She was tall like her father. Her sandy brown hair went just past her strong shoulders. Big, sexy brown eyes, nice full lips like her late mother had. Best of all was her.