‘Let’s work on that tension whilst you think,’ he whispered. Parker lightly massaged her lower neck. His fingers dug into the soft skin just in...ide the fabric of her blouse. Each stroke edged a little more of the material apart and gradually revealed the swell of her cleavage. He could feel himself growing hard. ‘Please, stop, Parker,’ she said, her voice a strained whisper. It was difficult to think. She lifted her right hand onto his. He could see her nipples pushing against the material.. The next evening, ship's time, Jorge escorted Mal to Inara's shuttle where she greeted them dressed in a very fine kimono bound with an ornate obi around her waist. She served them both with tea and had them remove their shoes and socks prior to washing their feet. Jorge then taught Malcolm how to wash Inara's feet. When Mal remarked on her long graceful toes, Jorge and Inara looked at each other. When Jorge started to speak, Inara interjected "It's my story, I'll tell it." Prior to leaving. On my way home that day I thought of all the meaningless homework that I had to do. It was late May and my history teacher still insisted on assigning long essays and reports. To help take my mind off of my misery I decided to take a route through a small wooded area near where I lived. The leaves rustled softly as I walked through the quiet woods. It really helped to calm my nerves in a way that is hard to explain. As I neared the small creek that runs through the woods I heard somebody. It. She let out a long, shaky sigh before biting her own lip to silence herself and glaring at the man before her. She tried telling herself that she was angry because he was apparently reading her mind but had to admit even to herself that she was much more disappointed that he had, in fact, stopped.He took a few, flowing steps towards her until he stood directly before her again and she could feel his warm breath on her water-soaked skin. Then he reached out with his human hand to cup her right.