Over "AARRGH!" and over "MMAAA!!" and over "AAHHHHHHHH!?!?" again; this was what I came here for, and I loved it. All that crap I made up about liking...this turned out to be true. I was alive, and it hurt, but it didn't.OK, SO, someone cared.He had suddenly stopped, much to my disappointment, and there were other people---couples?---in the room I don't remember as being invited. People were yelling some shit about honor, of all things, until I finally stood up, letting the blanket, I had no idea. I felt amazing. Exhilarated. Truly alive, for the first time in a long, long time. What I thought was clarity before was murky and dull. This was sharp, bright."No, it's not." Shit," he said again. "This is so fucked up. I can't deal with this, Lucy. I don't do shit like this." Me either." Then I burst into tears and he gathered me closer, not saying a word.________________A few hours later I was sprawled against his chest, swirling my fingers around in mindless circles over his abs. We shared. I made a real effort to look at Beth as little as possible. Lance was going on and on to my father-in-law about how he was supposed to be playing golf today. Apparently, two of the four members he normally played with could not make it this morning so it was called off. Soon my mother-in-law was finished and we were moving to the dining room to eat.“Jeff, would you help me bring the food into the dining room?” she asked me.“Sure, Mom, no problem.” I replied.When everyone had left the kitchen. She's adding water to her pool, wearing a dark blue bikini with small polka dots. On her feet, she's wearing black mesh slippers. She has a beautiful body and her chest is a petite 34B. She doesn't have too big of a chest but hot and wonderful looking, to say the least. She looks at me with her bright blue eyes and I smile back. Her black hair is long and luscious and has about three or four-inch bangs. She stands about five feet five inches tall and put together quite well, so it looks.