I ran my fingers through her hair and she kept her eyes shut. Letting me to do the magic which I have no clue what? I then slowly rounded over her lip..., but not touching it.She started to breathe deeply. It spooked me, as I have never seen a girl like this. Slowly her T-shirt got loose and I realized that she was wearing the red bra I bought her for her birthday. I felt special. I felt loved. Those days I always asked her for a pic in that bra, but she never gave it telling that I was not her. ”The set up reminded me of my college dorm room days when I used to sit around with dorm mates and get drunk on wine while binging on Ritz Crackers.I finished off my last chapter of my McKinney Housewives story line and told her that all I needed was a finale chapter.“You’re a good writer,” Reba commented.“I don’t know about that,” I replied. “It’s just a hobby.”Reba asked me if the stories were true.“Yes,” I replied, “but I’ve changed the names to protect the guilty.”Reba brushed back her long. She hops off the counter and strides out of the room clad only in her bra and knee highs. I can’t take my eyes of the hand print that still lingers on her ass. She closes the door behind her. I place my hands on the sink and lean forward exasperated. I catch my reflection in the mirror, tousled hair, flushed cheeks, a mischievous smile from ear to ear. I laugh at myself, at what she has made me feel. I think about her tongue, her wetness…those socks. The alarm on my wrist goes off. 7:00. Time. And what of Ashton, for that matter?Glancing through the window into Ashton's separate reception area, she saw that another woman had over-powered her and was busy restraining her. Not wanting any harm to come to Ashton, or herself for that matter, she tried to remain calm.Victoria took a deep breath to collect herself as the two women in her office, having finished surveying her office, sat before her. She tried to speak in a very business-like tone, as if in a business meeting, "Ladies, what.