They were so soft; he couldn't believe how soft they were. Harder they pressed their heads together closer, until Tommy could take it no more and he w...s about to open his mouth when the music suddenly went loud and Leah pushed away from his so quickly he thought that he had done something wrong, but she had a big grin on her face, and she wouldn't be smiling like that if he had pissed her off.She began to move her hips sensuously to the beat and rhythm of the music, shaking her ass and running. His wide shoulders and arms were so muscular, they threatened to rip his shirt and a not so accidental brushing of his thigh told her that his legs were just as enticing. His ass was the sort of thing that made nuns weep.Finally - finally! - the meeting took a 30minute break largely for the executives to show off their latest Blackberrys. Helen got up planning to slip into the ladies room and mop up before she left a visible wet spot on the chair. As she stood, however, Steve, the VP of sales. I asked Maxie about how and when I wouldwear each piece, even though I already knew. Finally she started askingmy opinion as to whether or not something would look good on me.I ended up picking out, several layering camis that I liked. Everythingwas mostly conservative, sexy looking but, nothing over the top girly.Then I caught Maxie off guard when I picked up one of Hanky Panky'sButterflies Camisole. It had black and white butterflies against ajewel-toned lavender background. It had scalloped. Mike Gorsky was from Raleigh, North Carolina. His body was being released from the morgue at Matucket General and was being sent home on Thursday. There would be a memorial service Friday evening and the actual burial Saturday morning; we would be welcome at both. Bart said, “Want to go? It’s about a seven-hour drive from Matucket to Raleigh. I’m going with Wojo. You can ride with us, but we’ll be leaving in the morning.”Wojo was Patrick Wojohowitz, a Marine vet like Mikey, only while Mikey had.