Sie schließt kurz die Augen. Ich lasse meine Hand zwischen ihre Schenkel gleiten. Sanft gleiten meine Finger über ihre Naht an der Hose zwischen den...Beinen. Unglaublich, leicht öffnet sie ihre Schenkel.MMh, wie geil das ist. Sie atmet tiefer, heftiger. Ich massiere jetzt ihre Scham mit meiner Hand. Ganz langsam. Sehe sie dabei an und erhöhe etwas den Druck. Will ihre Spalte spüren, vielleicht ihre erregte Knospe durch die Hose massieren, streicheln, reiben. Oja, sie um den Verstand bringen. Sie. Cynthia looks gross - why can't the man at least put on fresh underwear? I blush a little, thinking of the flimsy things I am wearing!"Weird thing, darling," says my husband who I hate. He touches me, and I smile lovingly. "Lightning did strike twice - in the air and just after we landed - you and that uncouth Yokum were almost bathed in it. I thought maybe you were dead for a second!"I shiver. 'Richard' looks up from the plane. "I think we're ready to give it a shot!" CYNTHIAGod, I look at. She wanted to try one more time to find me before going on with her life. She couldn’t believe it when I told her I was going to Colorado to start a new job also, in the same city it turned out. I also told her that I had come here on a lark, but if I was truly honest with myself I was hoping to find someone who might have know what happened to her. ‘So here we are,’ she said. ‘We both came looking for each other and found what we were looking for. What now?’ ‘I’m not sure,’ I replied. The. We became very good friendsand she began to open up to me, revealing the real her,instead of that dumpy little woman that everyone thoughtshe was.”“Shit, you mean to tell me that the stupid bitch had afucking personality that she kept hid from everyone. Letme run out here and get them to stop the presses. This isfront page material.” Trish’s voice was both loud andsarcastic as she lambasted her former co-worker.“Shut up. I called you to talk to you, not to be.