He'd never thought he would see the Brit, who redefined the concept of 'stiff upper lip', cry, but when the matriarch of T'Pol's clan had died after h...r desperate attempt to save T'Pol, he had seen the battle-hardened man reduced to tears. It was a picture that still haunted him.The news about Trip had hit them all hard. After two more seemingly endless surgeries, Phlox and Dr. Lucas were now convinced that Trip would have control over his bladder and digestive tract – provided he ever regained. Back in the other room, Brittany was still recovering from her orgasm. It wasn't right. Something so wrong wasn't supposed to feel that good. Emily was merciless in her exploration. With that one finger still slowly fucking in and out of her ass, she returned her other hand to Brittany's cunt and resumed her gentle massage there."Mmm, I think you like this ... We'll just keep it our little secret, okay? Your sorority sisters don't need to know what an ass-fiend you are." Emily was grinning. " May I perform those? I sort of like doing that," the girl asked enthusiastically.Okay, she was weird. That stuff bored Parker to tears."Oh, of course. You can learn a lot from that," he replied magnanimously.It was two months later and Gwendolyn Parker was worried. Once again she'd had to endure a long winded sermon at dinner about the sheer brilliance of James' newest discovery, some frumpy scarecrow by the name of Deirdre. If you listened to James she had singlehandedly written a seventy. "The party is at a friend's house." I gave her the address."I'll see you there," she said, smiling as she walked away. I couldn't resist a lingering look."So," Louise said, grinning, "is she the new girl?" No," I replied. "She is just someone from my English class." You don't lend your favorite sweatshirt to just anyone," Josh said. He was grinning too."How do you know it's my favorite?" I asked. The question was out before I thought about it.He blushed and looked down.Louise stepped in. "So.