I told Lena that if I can arrange it for the next week, we could go down for a long weekend. Lena's mood changed instantly, she was like an excited ch...ld. I reminded her that we'd need to stagger our leave, with me going down a day or two early and she following me down on the Friday. That way we might avoid the obvious office gossip. Lena was so happy that she volunteered to get off the bus early and walk in the rest of the way, which she did.As soon as I got in to work, I phoned my sister. ”“Empathy,” he said slower, emphasizing the th sound.”“Empathy.”“That’s it.”“What is empathy?”“It means you feel what someone else feels. Or try to. Like if someone is hurt, and you’ve been hurt in a similar way, you can empathize with the person.”“Like you have a booboo and he’s had one too.”“Yes. You know it hurts because you felt it before. Even though everyone feels pain differently. But what if it’s another kind of hurt. Like something bad happens. Something that upsets you.”“Like someone. My little hands slide on his buff chest, his shouldershis neck, and around his head. I'm gasping, lightheaded, floating, hipshumping up to meet my man's thrusts, . His grinding hips push my skirt upso it is like a belt around my waist. his shoulder pushing up against mychin with each thrust of his hips, kissing my neck and sucking my ear andsqueezing my tiny breasts, pinching my nipples. His cock touches minethrough my panties and some sort of shock runs through my whole body, mylegs. "But you make it sound so... awful and dirty, Nony." It was awful and it was dirty," Lydia said indignantly. "It was the most shameful thing I've ever heard of you doing, Barbara. How could you do something like that? Didn't you understand how hurtful it was going to be to Steve?" But... Nony... it was like... it was like it didn't have anything to do with Steve. I wasn't thinking about him and me." Barbara stopped, her face twisted with frustration."I don't know how to describe it... It's like.