." I sputtered. "My thesis. I need to be in the library and on the internet to finish it." No you don't," said Heather, definitively."Yes I do!" No --...you -- don't!" she stamped her foot. "We talked about your thesis all day yesterday, remember? All you need to do is to sit your butt into a chair and write the damn thing. All your research, bibliography, notes, everything is complete and on your computer. You have been ABD for five years now! All you need to do is to put words to paper.. The big, beautiful full dress motorcycle was his pride and joy. He slipped his helmet on, started the engine and waited for it to warm up before he took off.At the street he slowed, looked both ways and began to make a right turn toward the shopping center. Every time he got upset he went shopping for food, junk food. Next he'd stop at a fast food place and load up on junk burgers. After that he'd sit at home, all filled with another round of guilt because he had "weakened" and masturbated and. "Rick is different than I think you are. He is shy, introverted a little I think and needs me to help him along his way. I love him and he loves me so we do our best to navigate this world together." Her eyes were soft again, like I'd see earlier in the day. She let her defenses down about her marriage and I wasn't going to do anything to make her regret it. She was vulnerable sitting here with me gently stroking my arm, our knees pressed together and the stirring inside of me was beginning. Allison was wearing a tight white T-shirt and a short denim mini-skirt. Her long, elegant legs were bare, of course, and on her feet she wore open, low-heeled sandals. She looked very sexy as she answered the door with a conspiratorial wink.Debbi wore conservative shorts and a loose white shirt. When she turned just right against the light I could see the outline of her bra-clad tits ... a substantial, opaque bra. She just wasn't in the seduction game tonight.But I could hardly believe it when.