"After I got back home, I couldn't think about other girls for a bit. I'venot dated a girl since."Whitney was crying as I told her the tale."That's te...rible! I'm so sorry for you!"We were holding hands at that point; Whitney had slipped her hand in mineduring my story. After Whitney has recovered slightly, she kissed me. Itwas a soft, gentle yet very meaningful kiss. Our lips lingered andresponded with a bit more passion, then we parted. Her red lipstickleaving a trace on my lips."Thank you," I. "This one's more like it. Those long strings of insulators are high voltage. We used to be able to count the bells on the insulator string and tell what voltage it was, but now they use these synthetic things and it doesn't work like that any more. But I'm betting that's a hundred and thirty-eight thousand volts." Ohhhh," she said. "Since you're not getting nervous, I assume we're completely safe?" What we have to do doesn't put us anywhere near that stuff, and anyway, we don't work on it live.. I watched it move back and forth as she wiped the table down. Knowing she couldn’t see me behind her, I sat up closer with my face now just 8 or 10 inches from her butt. I remember being able to smell her perfume. And I almost came in my pants. When she finished cleaning the table and stood up again, I sat back on the couch and tried to cover my erection discretely with my hands. “Okay. All done,” she said. And as she walked away from me, toward the kitchen, she stopped, reached up under the. It hurt like hell whenever my own birthday came around and it felt as if I were getting your presents as well as mine. Same with Christmas! How could anyone celebrate Christmas and have no empathy or compassion for their own flesh and blood? What kind of Christmas spirit is that?” Carly ranted, even as I poured us both drinks, mine a highball with Mountain Dew.“Baby girl, it’s okay now. At least for now. For now, let’s just drink, eat, and catch up, okay? I want to know what my sis has been up.