..STORYAside from my three close friends who stayed at my house often, I had another good friend, James*, who was the son of Steph. Me and him went to... school together and played football on the same team, so we hung out together fairly often. When my mum was away I would sometimes spend a week or so at their house. It was basically my second home and Steph was basically a second mother to me.She openly admitted to us one day that she has no idea who James' father is and that he was the result. Well, you know…," she stammered as a small smile appeared on her face."Oh, I am sorry. I guess I should have asked before I groped you like that pulling the burrs off," I smiled wider and continued, "Um, did you like it?" She nodded 'Yes' but did not say a word."No one has really ever touched my breasts before," she quietly spoke. "Well, except on the bus on time." On the bus, my god, how did that come about?" I asked inquisitively and waited for her to answer."It was stupid, I was stupid. I. She had a wild grin and wide eyes. He wondered what was going through her mind and body. Part way down the far hallway he got his answer, she paused and grabbed the railing. Her body quivered. A moment later she continued on her way to the end of the empty hall. Brick waited as she walked into a classroom and out of sight. He was standing there thinking about his imagination. Life never goes quite as well as the dream. Wondering how much might still work out he planned a new strategy. When her. I’m sure we can set up a few fans to help with that at night,” I replied. I’d seen at least three electric pallet jacks in the warehouse section of the building, plus a large selection of wire and other components. “I don’t know a lot about wiring, though.”“I do,” Abby said. “Just point me in the right direction.”“Seriously?” I held up my hands as she glared at me. “Okay, sorry, not trying to be macho here.”Abby relented and grinned at me. “I picked up a lot of stuff at home, and in the Air.