“I miss us sometimes.” “I miss us too,” I told him honestly. You never forget the things in your life that make you who you are, and what we h...d once, it shaped my entire existence. “I’m scared Nellie,” he told me, his voice choking up in his throat. “I am not ready to die.” “You are not going to die,” I told him quickly and sure of myself. “You are going to fight. Do you hear me? You are going to fight.” “For what?” He asked, his voice sounding hollow and far away, as if he were not truly. Hanna poured them a glass of milk, as was their custom after school.Jenny boldly unfastened several buttons on her blouse. “What are you doing?” Hanna asked“I’m letting Dan see my bra and some of my tits. You said you wanted to cock tease him, so I am.” Hanna did the same revealing the deep cleavage her low cut bra afforded. She let the buttons stay undone below her bra line.“You’re catching up to me in the size of your breasts,” Hanna remarked looking at Jenny’s young cleavage.“I know I get. It is a unique cloth he uses. On one side is soft cotton, the other is a sort of mesh which is a bit rough against her. He goes back and forth with which side he uses, scrubbing her with the mesh side until her skin is rosy, then the soft side to gently caress her.The feel of the mesh over her nipples hurts some but in an arousing way. Then Donald moves down over her stomach and then the mesh is rubbing against her clipped mons. Ooh. Then the softness of the cotton side. She is really. As such, I had the bittersweet opportunity to spend time with her…and to learn that she had a boyfriend. I had resigned myself to the reality of appreciating Elizabeth from afar when another lucky stroke came my way. We found ourselves working late one evening. It’s an age old tale, ripe for fiction, but sometimes it’s real. Sometimes it’s real…nice. It seemed hot in the office that night, though it easily could have been my imagination…or the pheromones flying between us. We kept it generally.