There were small flecks of something in her hair, tiny clumps and knots. I began to comb it with my fingertips, straightening and untangling, and reme...bering.She wears her hair short now, tinted silver gray. When I first noticed her, in the dorm cafeteria, it was chestnut brown, parted in the center with loose braids over her shoulders. She wore it that way only the one day, but that is my first memory of her. I loved her with long straight hair. We would spend hours then with her lying on me,. My thumb worked on its own volition and slid the scale right to the upper limit. She clenched her jaw and began to convulse against the rattling display counter causing some of the phones to fall off the glass shelves. “Take a picture of me... NOW!!!” she stuttered. I quickly found the other special icon and stabbed at it. I snapped off a few pictures and then went back to the egg setting. Seeing her orgasm so strongly had my cock rock boner stiff and dripping pre-cum into my boxers. I slid. Comparatively, I was only moderately ridiculous.It was a long day. Eventually all the men were dressed. Heatherteasingly complimented me on being bold enough to wear plum lipstick towork, a shade she would only wear to clubs. She did make me sit whileshe and her friends debated endlessly whether I needed lip gloss on topof the lipstick, which she laughingly applied. The whole office of womenseemed unusually aggressive and took advantage of our embarrassment anduneasiness. At best they would. "Go on ahead," Heather replied. What else was she going to say? She'dtaken off Friday so that she could spend time with her children, getthem to see things her way, but that had been pulverized before iteven started.Robert tipped well, and no one but Richard noticed when Susie slippeda twenty under her plate for the waitress to pick up. Carolinechuckled as they got in the car together, shaking her head. "Your mom.From hyena to pussycat. I bet she thought you were going to do hernext." She had.