But Rick never got that chance. Mom caught him and they had a protracted argument. He was never allowed to get near me again!But Rick was big for his ...ge. Our father made him "battle tested", as it were, and within a year, Rick started trying to come around to my room again; but mom caught him (again) and they had the biggest battle. I remember at one point, mom must have been thrown down by Rick because it knocked her breath out. Then, she screamed at him, "You're not going to put that thing. Then I started lifting her t-shirt while kissing her on her navel. I moved the t-shirt above her boobs & could see her boobs tightly clasped inside her semi-transparent lacy black bra. She was totally lost in the sensation & closed her eyes & was just enjoying the beautiful feeling.I then removed her t-shirt completely & threw it away. She was breathing heavily. She then pulled me up & started kissing me while her hands were opening the buttons of my shirt. I moved my hands behind her &. ‘Ms. Hebert? I’m Trevor. Trevor Williams, I’m an attorney?’ he called back. ‘I gave you my Card when you tripped over that little bast… The child that tripped you? At Casa Ole?’ ‘Oh, okay, hang on,’ Stephanie said, then thought about it. ‘How’d you find me?’ she called back, anger creeping into her voice. ‘We have a private investigator, ma’am, I really don’t feel like yelling through a door,’ Trevor called out. ‘If you’d be more comfortable meeting me at say, Jitters?’ ‘Like I fucking have. Though I left it up to Chris to arrange and thus decorate the gardens themselves, it was my job to see they were weeded and looking pristine in appearance. This was my time as well, early in the morning while it was still cool and pleasant enough to be doing so. Even as I weeded almost automatically, I was lost in thought ... thoughts I knew damn well I shouldn't be imagining, entertaining. Especially now. And yet ... there I was, doing just that. So absorbed in my thoughts I once again didn't.