She would join me for dinner in the evenings and I would tell her of where I had been, what I had seen and she listened wistfully."I wish that I could...be with you Darling." was a frequent complaint of hers. I was also mournful as visiting these places without the one who now had more importance in my life than any other halved the joy. I also gave a lot of thought to a future. Millie had stated without quibble that she would be with me wherever I lived, but I knew her heart would be sad to. " I said, holding the bag under his chin. He looked up at me, taking one last slurp to get as much spit as he could out of them, swallowing one last time (holy fuck.. I shuddered, just about jizzing myself at the sight), then he carefully spit my panties into the bag, huge nasty ribbons of drool from his lips, as if his mouth was reluctant to let my panties go."Better get used to that flavor kid" I warned him, looking at the bag thoughtfully. And then I had a bit of an improvizational. Js in the living room on the couch, would you mind grabbing them for me?" I asked him, in my most sexy voice. "Uh, sure." He said back and ran in the living room. He grabbed them and I just opened the bathroom door and walked over to the shower so I could rinse out the tub and everything. he walked in the bathroom sayin "Hey, here ya go Stells..." and started to walk out when I stopped him. "Jacob, do you think I could ask you to do me a favor?" He stopped. I was nervous. He didn't turn around. Even as short a time as I’ve known Hannah, I didn’t think she was that kind of woman.”“Wow. I’m going to kick her butt for saying that,” I said.“No you’re not.”Suddenly it seemed we had nothing to talk about, and there was a long, uncomfortable silence. I finally broke it.“There’s more, I guess. Do you want to hear the rest?”Phoebe looked around, almost as if she was surveying the room we were in. Finally she looked at me.“I don’t think so. I think I understand how this happened.”The question.