Huntington I am wearing my sisters Cindy's old clothes. Butplease don't tell anyone in class okay?" I want to cry as my eyes startto get a little wet ...nd I feel Ms. Huntington wipe my tears. Her hand isso soft and even smells pretty. I wonder what makes her smell so prettyas I smile at her.The smile on my teacher's face is like a pretty angel coming down fromheaven to hug me or tuck me in at night. OMG I am thinking like a babygirl with my luck I will end up in a dress and diaper. I need to get. . Right?" Well I don't know what I've been thinking, truthfully," replied Paul,staring down at his nails. "I mean I hate losing, and that bitch Brandijust drove me to compete. Between banging my head and my brain spinningfrom Pietro, I don't know if I was concussed or confused, but what I doknow is I could really use the help of my big sister now, because I can'ttake this thing up my ass anymore." You got it! Come, let's go right there in that ladies room and I'll helpmy little sis with her. ‘I’ve caused you nothing but trouble, haven’t I?’ She laughed. ‘You could say that. Will you help Sherrie to return?’ I nodded and she wrote out Sherrie’s address. I drove to her apartment and knocked. Her door opened and she glared before speaking. ‘You’ve got a lot of nerve, don’t you?’ ‘Can I come in and talk?’ She turned and strode into the room, the door open. I stepped inside, closing it. ‘Take a seat and make it quick.’ I took a chair and found her watching me, waiting. ‘Sorry Sherrie,. Taking it to the balcony, she sighs with pleasure as the coffee aroma and wafts up to her senses. She grins to herself, and takes a small sip of her second vice in life. A feeling of warmth at her back startles her. Without turning around, she knows it’s Timothy. His deep voice caresses her with his greeting. She looks at him over her shoulder and smiles. “You like the view?” she asks. He grins back at her and his eyes lower, taking in her beautiful cleavage and imagining the sensation of his.