The caressing turned to a barrage of tickles—on my feet, arms, sides, neck, and legs. Because I’m abnormally ticklish, I began squirming like a li...ttle girl. My squirming sent Pam into a frenzy, and she began laughing like a maniac. She suggested handcuffs, which I immediately dismissed. As a compromise she put my arms back. With my legs spread, my body was now in a vulnerable X shape, making me look like the Vitruvian Man. Pam went ballistic, tickling me slow then fast, and laughing normally. Like the rest of the North American hemisphere, new cold weather records were being recorded daily. People in the northern states were dying of the cold. Blizzards and the like were making travel dangerous to anyone.We were suffering here but mostly because of the continuation of the cold. The Atlanta area had always received frequent cold spells but they didn’t last. Now, they lasted. It was now early August and schools were closed along with many businesses. They were running out of inventory. I opened my top half and eased both my swollen breast out for him to see, they were full and tip-tilted, both my nipples pointing skywards, both swollen and hard, with milk flowing and running under their curvature, and as I cupped them the milk flowed over the backs of my hands, 'Come', I bade him and he moved against the taut hem of my print, I reached out and took the hand in which he held the cold coke, 'Rub my nipple with it', again my voice had dropped an octave, it sounded thick and. He was naïve in the ways of relationships and romance while she was more experienced, older, wiser. He was overweight, kind, and sincere. She was beautiful and resourceful, people noticed when she walked by. They were drawn together, not out of love, although there was that, rather they were drawn together out of need. They both needed, in that frozen instant, to be loved. He slowly kissed her hand, as she rested her head against his shoulder. She sighed contentment into his chest, and leaned.