"Thanks a bundle!" I said resisting the temptation to pick her up and go wading.I walked over to my pony, undid the saddle bags and carried them back ...cross to where she was sitting, perhaps a little more contritely than before. The sun was warmer now, in the late morning, so I took the bottle of wine to the edge and put into the clear water to chill a bit.I went back to my horse, still grazing quite unconcerned, and took her saddle off to give her a bit of a break from it. As an aside it also. The others for her lunchtime crew were alreadydistributed, and the cookies for after lunch teachers and others werestill in her locker. She realized that this was an opening, that she might be able to find outwhy Sally kept doing such things. As she drew a breath to ask thenecessary question, she felt and "heard" a familiar touch. *Don't!* Lena advised, sharply. *But I can find out why...**You don't want to know. And finding out could only make things worse.Trust me.**But...**Please, trust me. With no contact with Tameka in months, I was growing increasingly depressed and lonely. Some of the ladies from the shows would run into me backstage, but I did not find them all that interesting. Most were old and jaded, and the memory of Tameka's enthusiasm and love kept me from opening up to them. I had even found myself looking longingly at an engagement ring during a break as I wandered through the shops in the Paris resort. I knew I wanted to ask Tameka to marry me, but had no idea how to. Suddenly she broke away from the kiss and his body. Grinning at him slyly, she turned and moved back closer to him. Tommy started soaping up her shoulders. Gliding his hands down her arms and back up again. He moved his hand down between her legs and softly touched her pussy, but she stepped away from him turning and playfully shook her finger no at him.Tommy grinned. "Silly girl—you still think you run things here!" he said grabbing her arm and turning her back to face him, pulling her to him..