“Can I help with anything?”“This one, please.” She kissed my cheek and passed me a black recycled plastic shopping bag as the garage door slid...closed behind us.“Sorry for not doing this. I feel like I slept through everything this morning.”“You’ve been doing everything the last few weeks. It’s okay. You deserve some rest.”“Still.” I swung the bag onto the kitchen counter.“Adam,” Violet said firmly. “You made the funeral arrangements when I could barely hold it together. Organised the wake and. We both came to NY to pursue our dreams; mine, as a reporter, writing for the Times and hers, composing music and performing. Mary was a talented pianist and although I wasn't a huge fan of Neo-Classical, her compositions both amazed and moved me. I wasn't alone in this opinion, as she had won a national competition, beating out several graduates of posh music schools, a fact that I enthusiastically center-pointed for my first piece sold to the Times, which perhaps helped smooth the way for my. That, is something to remember! She’s very sweet and considerate. 5 years my junior, but wise beyond her years. She really is my best friend. She’s also gorgeous. Inner and outer beauty, that’s 100% beautiful, a rare find!. I can recognize a good looking girl but I have never been attracted to a girl. I watch her work. She wears the same uniform as everyone else but she’s the only one that makes it look hot. Wearing her top low, revealing her perky cleavage. She also rolls the top edge of her. Her hand slapped against her thigh, while the other clawed at the couch cushions. Her head lashed, whipping her hair into golden fans that sometimes covered her face. I could feel my face growing warm, and I could see the flush in hers as her expression tightened.She screamed, “Don’t stop! I’m going to come!”“Oh, fuck yes. Come for me baby!”“Come with me! Explode inside me!” she screamed. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and then she loosed an ear-piercing screech as she lurched in orgasm.A.