"This was an easy question? Its obvious that someone comes in hereevery three days and does this for you. So you otta know where thisstuff goes!"Her e...yes, light up for a second! "The four basement bathroom, the rightof the staircase. Don't use the elevator for waste--its in the rules." Humm that's kind of far? But okay. I'll be back. Maybe by then you'llhave some manners and we can talk a little bit. Because after I getthis bucket stuff done. I can go anytime I want to. So in other wordsI'll be. ”Alene smiled, “Sure thing Sabrina, I’ve never been to a therapist before, so how do we start? Have you done your research and read on me? Did you talk to Nadia for the backstory?”“No, I haven’t done any of those things, and I presume Nadia is the woman who booked your appointment. You see Alene, in this line of work you must come to the table with an open mind. I try to let go of any impressions I have on you, I want to hear your story from you and you alone.”Alene looked hesitantly at. "I'm a little scared and a lot nervous, Professor." "I am, too, Nanci. But I won't deny that I'm enjoying this very much." She smiled a weak smile, "Me, too. More than I hoped." I lifted the sweater up and she helped me remove it over her head and arms. Her bright yellow silk bra had a front clasp and I opened it and lifted the soft cups off her burning flesh. Her breasts were magnificent. Even lying on her back, they thrust up, firm and proud. Her skin was wonderful - smooth, warm and white. . I passed the rock and powered to the basket. "Pass it back!" I shouted at him. But Andy was all over him. "You rot," he taunted. "You could throw at the ground and miss. You'll never make it." "Pass it!" I made one futile effort to get it back. Too late. The other guy had already begun an impossible one-handed, off-balance, fadeaway jumper. "Airball!" Josh yelled. The ball missed the rim. He caught it and put in an easy layup. The coach whistled, a signal to hit the showers..