Stopping myself from heading too high up those lovely slim thighs.Then I straddled her legs and pushed up her top, to work a little on her back. She s...ifted a little to help me, but the pyjama top was snagged safely below her breasts. There was another nasty bruise over her ribs, and she moaned a little as I rubbed in some gel. I apologised, but she said that it felt good all the same, even if it hurt. Now what? I was thinking: do I dare? What does she want? Is she feeling anything of what I'm. Yikes!I was doings things that I never would have fantasized about a week ago.It was like I was going along for a fast ride, somewhere I did not know,and that Sara, not I, was driving.I finished dressing and went to work to take "my place" at thesecretary's desk outside of Cara's big office.My name plate on my little desk read, in large characters, "PERSONALASSISTANT."On my desk was a beautiful vase of pink flowers. They looked so delicateand feminine, truly for a fem assistant. Everyone was. . well you'll see. Hope you enjoy it.PoohBy JDG Who can say where dreams come from, or where childhood goes? His dreams had been the sustaining force in his life. Never wavering... never changing. The one constant he could depend upon. When did they start? Who could say. Perhaps they started when he was very small and his mother gave him a little yellow bear. A smiling bit of fluff and cotton that he could hold close when his Daddy drank too much and became the angry man. When his large,. “You heard him. You’re beautiful. Guys don’t think I’m pretty.”“Are you fishing for a compliment or something?” asked Bobby. “Because I’m full of them. You two have no idea how you’ve made me feel.”“Thanks,” said Jennifer over her shoulder. “But you don’t have to make up compliments for me. I know my crush on you is stupid. I told Mom you’d pick her instead of me if you had the choice.”“Is that what you think happened last night?” he asked. “Do you think I picked your mother?”“I saw what she.