Kim always staggered back into their hotel room sometime the following morning to tell the story, full of lurid details. It was part of the fun for Ei...een. Like watching a movie or reading a book, Eileen served as a witness to Kim's fun, but stayed safe in her own suburban lifestyle.Something, or rather someone, caught Eileen's attention at that moment. At the end of the bar was a handsome man with dark blonde, curly hair. She had noticed him before as he sat and quietly observed the room, but. He was blubbering as I held him in my arms, comforting him.I'd never seen him that way. He was overcome with joy and happinessfor Peter, for his best friend, in many ways."I couldn't help myself, I simply lay my head on her shoulder, and shewrapped me in her arm. "You're a treasure, Jessica. You've given anew lease on life to a very beautiful man, and you've impressed mewith your femininity and your sexuality. Very few of us special womencan take someone like Ricky Ray. I mean that. His. Tests, for certificates. You know what I mean.”Kelly had to wait until September until she could start at the LSE, but so as not to lose a year she had signed up for a special intermediary course that would allow her to keep up the pace of studying and improve some of her grades. She sailed through it all and had a bit more free time than I found ideal, but at least she was in school and not working for Keller & Fox. Besides, she was occupied with something else: Carstairs’s Britain, which was. When they left we didn't say much at first. Then finally she told me that she didn't know what to say or how to act with the "stuff" we had done.I told her there was nothing to be ashamed of and she kept saying yes there was, it was disgusting and wrong blah blah. I kept telling her it was just between us and no one had to know. But I was her grandson and i****t is wrong and disgusting and i*****l she went on. I kept telling her how much she turned me on and how hot she was and how I've always.