..”“And I’m Lisa...”“Or Brick, as in the Commodores’ song,” Cathy laughed to interrupt the interrupter.“Nice to meet you, guys, and I�...�m glad you’re feeling better, Lisa,” Shania said with a smile.We twelve teens, plus Mikey Masciotro had a good time chatting as we ate our pizzas, panzerottis, and/or a Greek salad for Shania. As I knew would happen, Paul took center stage with his humorous tales of Timmins, or as he put it, ‘Bum-fuck Egypt-North’. Shania and Steve also added that last winter, it. I couldn’t be rude; after all, she had offered me a place to crash when my pussy-blind so-called friend chucked me out. Besides, she had been kind to me and I thought she was a nice person. We had exchanged most of the small talk already, so there wasn’t a lot to say in bed. I pretended to listen to her chatter, but my eyes were heavy. I yawned. “Do you want to have sex?” she cooed. I didn’t. “I’m really bushed,” I said, “and I’ve had too much to drink.” She reached under the sheet and. I guessed she was about 5' 6", somewhere around 125 pounds, all packaged in a body that just wouldn’t quit. I’d describe it as being “substantial, but not fat”. If she was ever aiming for the front cover of a fashion magazine, she’d need to shed. maybe, twenty of those pounds. But on Linda, that extra weight looked so delicious. Everything was in proportion; her bust, her waist, her hips, even her soft, smooth butt. It was her face that got my attention though. Soft, smoothly oval, and framed. "Oh by the way, Tim. You seem to have recovered well from your divorce. I don't suppose you have heard anything about Jas at all?" Funnily enough Mr. Sellors I had a letter from her." Did you, indeed?" Yes. We met. I'm afraid that there was too much anger there for anything constructive to come out of the meeting." I'm sorry to hear that Tim. Jas was a lovely girl, but..." The 'but' said it all. "It's a fact of life that trust is a dearly won commodity. It's a shame that Jas couldn't see that.