Joie was married, but quite obviously not working at it. She had already taken her sweater and bra off and her breasts were out there for all to see. ...he 'all' was Joie's stud Al, me and Phil who was Al's wingman of the evening.Phil and I watched as Al moved up behind Joie and cupped her breasts and used fingers to tweak nipples that were already stiff. Al's hands dropped and pushed down Joie's skirt and panties and then he pushed her down on the motel bed. Joie moved into position for puppy. I just need you to hold me for a while."We sat there on the couch for quite a while then she slowly tilted her head up to look into my eyes. She then moved her face towards mine and our lips pressed together and we kissed, It was a short kiss to begin with but then we started kissing longer and more passionately. It was something that neither of us would normal, but this was not a normal situation. She then slid her hand inside of my robe and moved it down my stomache while we kissed, her hand. Holding the sweater to his face, he breathed deeply, trying to catch more of the scent. "Oh, God, Niki, I miss you so," he whispered.When he put the sweater back into the box a few minutes later, he realized that he was crying. Something he hadn't done since the funeral. He carefully repackaged the boxes he had opened and started back up stairs, feeling more depressed than he had in years.Just as he reached the top step, the telephone rang. He debated a fraction of a second, then answered. When I call your name, please identify yourself. First off, Doctor Ned Sommerfield, formerly of Tech, was the researcher who collected the specimen that started this whole thing.”Ned Sommerfield stood and waved to the crowd.“Until three years ago when he departed to follow his heart, Ned sat in the chair I now occupy. He left behind a backlog of specimens he had collected from years of working and living among rain forest natives, learning their ways and collecting the plants from which they.