She extended her hand out to him. He hesitated for a moment, but then grasped his much larger hand around hers and pulled her deep into an embrace. Sh... felt as though she were melting into hi,, wrapping her arms around his waist. For a long moment they stood breathing in the fragrance of the wet grass, the darkening night sky and each other. A wave of familiarity washed over them. Tipping her chin upwards with his crooked finger he looked deep into her eyes for the first time, truly. In them he. Canella had flown in from the home office for the presentation. I put her age in the mid-fifties. Like, Peyton, she was fit, but looked like the responsibility of her job or a stressful personal matter weighed heavily on her. She wore a navy wool business suit, with slacks, though, not a skirt.We were ready. Bound presentation books rested on the conference table in front of each attendee. We'd spent a bundle preparing the books. They covered every detail. The narrative copy was well-written. Kelly jerked, spun again, and stood. "I said I'm okay. You can go now." Kelly, I want to help." I don't need any help. Go away." She pointed toward the open door.I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to the floor and sat on her. "I'm staying here until you decide to talk to me." After all, it worked with Tami.Kelly didn't struggle, she just glared. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend. And I'm not a fucking little girl. And I'll decide who I want to talk to, and when. Now get your fucking hands. I like the fact that I’ve turned on Laurie, Diane, Karen, Carla and a few other friends my age to explore their lesbian side. Now it seems like everyone I meet has to be turned on to our secret world of girl-girl sex.I’ve known my friend Laurie since high school and we’ve been intimate this past year since she split with her husband. She knows I have been with a few others but hasn’t really opened up to anyone else herself. That changed recently with my neighbor Jodi. The three of us were at my.