Mrs. Greene even asked how I stayed so skinny eating like this. I explained it was just a genetic mutation I'd inherited from my Dad. By 7 am, Stan wa... driving Danny and me to our hotel. He'd turn around and bring Amber and Brie later. After paying for two nights, I was never so grateful to enter a hotel room as I was this morning.As soon as the door closed, Danny took advantage of the first privacy we'd had all morning to pull me to him for a kiss. A very nice, looong kiss. When I felt a hand. Remember when we both pulled a muscle trying that one position? I kiss the words gently away. I tell you to relax and just lay there, I want to try something new. I stack two more pillows under your hips and get out your favorite peppermint lotion and start to rub your legs and back, my strong hands massaging your aching muscles. You cant help but sigh and moan from my touch. I kiss my way down your back, targeting each vertebra. I spread your butt cheeks, and slowly start to lick and kiss my. “Typical males. They’d want to jump anything with breasts.”“True,” I admitted. “I think you overwhelmed them a little bit.”“Men are so disgusting,” she growled.“That’s a little harsh,” I said.“No it’s not.” She put her fork down and stared at me. “Maybe it’s time.”“Time for what?” I asked.“I’ve never talked about your father,” she said.Now I put my fork down. I also leaned forward.“I wanted to wait for the right time,” she said. She frowned. “But there never seemed to be a right time. Maybe I. 20 February 2019Characters are in my head. It’s getting crowded in there. I’ve been jotting things down as fast as I can. Not a story yet, but history and feelings and a little about talent and the shape of the world they live in. It happens at strange times. I was in the middle of Geometry when a character started talking about what certain phrases would mean to a person who had never heard it before.Take ‘gravity,’ for instance. What would that mean to someone who had a pre-Newtonian mindset?.