Her hips swayed. My eyes followed. Then she walked up to me and flicked my nose.“Let’s go swim boy.”And we did. We both leaped in. Diving and ca...nonballing. Racing and swimming. And eventually it degraded into chasing and copping feels. And everything ended up with her pressed against the side of the pool with me holding her there. My arms on each side of her. Our faces so close together and yet too far.“Please?” I asked.“No,” she laughed.She pushed me away and swam to the other side of the. They had a gym set up in the basement at home, where Monica worked out regularly. She was obsessed with her body and her grades. She would make them work for her. She made her way to the administrative wing, which was in an older building. As the school got more and more successful and popular, it was imperative that it had to make room for the students, whose numbers seemed to grow bigger almost every year. St. Veronica’s was the school, even though there was a private school in town not. We'll play together later with Liam. Come downstairs for some coffee. I was going to make some breakfast."She rolls over to go to sleep, pulling the covers over her."I feel tired." We're going to have to work on your stamina so you can keep up with me then. Now come on. I only get to see you on weekends, and I want to spend time with you."She doesn't stir though, so I pick her up and put her over my shoulder again, making her squeal."Put me down, you moron!" No can do. I'm not dealing with Liam. After a bit I finished in the kitchen and went upstairs to do mybedroom, which was an absolute mess as usual. I really am very untidy,as you well know darling, dirty knickers under the bed, powder all overthe dressing table, that sort of thing. I had actually forgotten aboutyoung Stephen downstairs when there was a tap on the door, and there hewas, asking if Madam would like a cup of coffee, as it was nearly teno'clock. Madam thought this was a good idea and said she'd have itdownstairs in the.