Charlie had nothing to lose by looking in her direction, as perhaps he would have to kill a man after all, even though he had sworn he wouldn’t, and...perhaps this man was the same man who loved her, as surely she must have had someone to love her. Her face was indeed plain and ordinary, but it fit the profile of someone who could certainly validate the parts of him that he had left for dead long ago.She even smiled to him, after all of his hang-ups, and since he found her quite sweet at this. Next, she used her blanket to cover the woman's sculptured nylon- clad legs."Thank you!" Athena was finally able to say.The old woman, terribly apologetic, said "I'm so sorry! I'm just a senile old fool. Please forgive me!" as she held the torn garment towards Athena in her shaking hands.Touched by the very old woman's obvious sincerity, Athena could only say, smiling, "It's not your fault, really. I forgive you." She took her skirt and carefully inspected the damage."Oh, thank you! Thank you!". He smiled at the thought, remembering how she had held on and swallowed every drop he gave her.It soon became evident, however, that Bill had more than that in mind. He stood up and pulled Michelle up with him, kissing her as she stood in front of him. As they kissed, Bill guided her around so the bed was behind her. As he broke the kiss, Bill grabbed the sides of the jeggings Michelle had on and quickly pushed them to her ankles, eliciting a gasp from her lips. He was quickly back up and. She always seemed to dress up for the occasion, putting on a dress or skirt rather than her habitual jeans. She could have worn a Donkey Jacket and dungarees and I would have still enjoyed her company, but I didn’t think it was for me, I thought it was to show her elder sister that she had grown up. However, this close to the festive season Vanessa was working some serious overtime and I was visiting alone for the first time. The computer repairs, the part of the business I was mostly concerned.