It was mid December, a week before school let out. I was behind Adam, using my eyes to fantasize what his body would look like. His beautiful eyes loo...ing around, his hair all messy, and oh! His smooth voice that would turn me on! I was too busy day dreaming about Adam to hear the teacher and what she said. "Sorry what was that?" I asked. The class laughed, and the teacher asked again. "Can you please read your poem?" She asked. I gulped and got nervous. I looked around and saw Adam looking at. Exploring down, moisture levels were rising to a surprising level. The only snatch I had fingered before was significantly dryer.
My finger met increasingly less resistance before slipping inside. At first I paused with just the tip of my finger inside. Terrified that I would get busted I gathered myself and pressed forward until my finger was at full depth. What a sensation!! I remained still, soaking in the enormity of the situation. Gently I eased the finger out using my other hand to. Her estate consisted of the Breeze, a jap Jeep type vehicle, and a twenty thousand dollar county tax bill. The county tax office had agreed to a time payment plan for me. I had no idea why, the Breeze was worth ten times the taxes. They could have tried to foreclose on it. I would have raised the money somehow, but the time payments made it easier for me to keep the Motel. The Breeze is actually the ‘Atlantic Breeze Motel’. All the natives just call it the Breeze. I guess I am enough of a. “But you’ve had a vodka and orange already, and it didn’t kill you did it? You didn’t go to hell in a puff of smoke.”She moved over to Paul, held him with an arm round his waist, and kissed him quickly on the cheek, while Mo was trying to catch up:“What do you mean? Oh! You spiked my drink? Shit!” Mo’s mind reeled with the news, her attitude, and her scent, which were bringing back those selected memories from the clearing.“Yeah sorry,” Mia grinned. “But why is it forbidden anyway?” She brought.