My hands gravitate towards them. My nipplesare in shock from my cold hands. I trace the outline of my boobies withmy hands. My slender fingers caress ...the smoothness of my chest, the softgap between them. My hands are warming up as I massage my boobies.There's enough there for my hands to cup. I bite my lip and hold back amuffled moan. I dare not hope to alert Step-mom. I fear for whatpunishments she might think of seeing me touch my girly body this way.That same tingly feeling I had in my chest. It was formally written, addressed to her at Foley Road. It included a job title of “Event Executive”, a formal place of work at Millsum’s offices in the city, a blank starting date and further down, some terms and conditions that she had seen on employment offer templates many times. It was section thirty-five though that she was really looking for, on page four. Starting salary was to be eighty-five thousand, payable in arrears bi-weekly. She grabbed her chair, then sank to her knees. The sun. He got random beatings for six months until he finally gave her what she wanted in the divorce. Brad never got that dose of reality, so he’s become a bigger asshole over time. Maybe the divorce will get his head on straight. Maybe he’ll end up having an accident after he misses a few payments to his bookies.”“They’ll do that?” Marty asked, a little surprised.“Sure,” I said. “First they start out by mugging the guy and reminding him that he has bills to pay and the next message won’t be so. Philly sighed softly to himself, oh yes indeed,granted he did catch an offside grin from her before the door shut.Charisma strolled down to where her car was parked, got in then droveback to her house. She liked getting extra cash on weekend whileattending school. Or at least that's what her story said.She enters the house, taking great care to make sure no one was watchingher come in. As she walks through the door, she calls rather subtly"Danny, are you there?" Hearing no response, Charisma.