She would be thick with scars, and she had no one to blame but herself. She swallowed hard on the thought. Acceptance was not blame. She had been in a...place where that was what she needed. She wasn’t there anymore. She walked to her dresser, uncapping two bottles and swallowing a pill from each before putting them down. The pills weren’t failure. They weren’t failure. Diabetics needed insulin and the clinically depressed needed… Zoloft and lithium. She sighed, slowly pulling on her clothes. At. Dave comes in late in the day. We know he has been driving, trying to get home to us.We all exchange kisses. I can feel his body, firm, expectant, needing. I also know something is going to happen. Dave and I talked."Sit, Brindy," Dave said.Brindy had a questioning look in her eyes, but she complied. I sat next to her."I hope that I understand your feelings for me, Brindy ... for us. We want you to have this," he said. He pulled a little black jeweler's box from his pocket and opened it.I. I think you need a massage for those aching feet and legs I intoned... We can skip the movie and check out a DVD and make a nice dinner at my place.That sounds great she said.As we made our way back to my place I told her to take her shoes off and set the cruise control.Put your left foot up here I said as she rested it on my leg.I began slowly rubbing small circles in the arch of her foot.Oooh that feels sooo good she cooed as the tension began melting away,as I glanced over at her I couldn't. I nod slowly not wanting to completely break the kiss and I feel your hand run down my body, your fingers sliding into my sweat pants with ease as they tickle just gently above my line of soft curls. Gauging the degree of arousal, you groan as you notice that I am beyond wet. Then you break the kiss, gently stand me upright and move a step back as you softly tell me to strip for you. You find a nearby seat and lower yourself to it as you adjust your position to face me. I start to quickly.