I walked up next the bed and hugged her- "Ohhh you're so warm" she purred"Say for a sec keep me warm" What about dad" i askedShe replied " hes snoring...so loudly we will know when he wakes, plus what wrong with a little innocent snuggling" I hapily obliged and got under the covers and spooned my stepmom in pitch dark room, when i layed down i could tell her shirt was bunched up against her hips from the feel as i lay my arm on her waist."Oh my goodness" she whispered, "you're like a heating pad". The weekend went quite well, Kylie and I experimented with different sexual positions and tried pleasuring each other in the ways we thought possible. At one point Kylie left the room and returned with a bottle of chocolate sauce. I need not elaborate as to how much delicious fun we had with that bottle. There was one disturbance in my weekend however. Zoe had not contacted me once, which I was glad to find. But she didn’t need to contact me for me to feel her presence. Every kiss, every lick. .. I don’t know ... doofishness.“Carl looked so hurt laying in the hospital bed that my heart went out to him from the first second. When he started to wake up from the coma he was completely disoriented. I could sense and then see the fear coming off him. Without thinking about it I wanted to comfort him. It felt so important to give him some sort of comfort after all he’d been through. The social worker sent by the state filled me in on his story while he was unconscious and I couldn’t help. “Anyway, we’re off to get registered before school. Say ‘bye bye’, Seamus.”“Michael, you can’t take a leprechaun to school!” Geraldine shouted, before realising just how stupid she sounded telling him off for taking an imaginary leprechaun with him.The Postmaster watched with bewilderment as a group of teenage boys ran around the post office, calling out various names and reaching up onto the shelves. He stared again at the boy in front of him.“You want to register a what?”“My leprechaun. I was.