When I let go, she stayed there for a moment. This was exciting!A little about me at this point. I was 5’7, and my teenage growth spurt was just hit...ting. This meant that all that time in the gym was starting to show on my body. My shoulders were building, my arms getting bigger, and my stomach was flat and solid. I also had a great tan from all our time in the sun. I didn’t look like the senior football players but I was in no way ashamed of my body. My dick was about 7 inches, not going to say. Tryingmy largely unused 'Hot Man' scale, I decided Guy was good looking whenNina pressed me for an opinion. Of middling height, he had sleek, darkhair and a good face spoiled slightly by a rugby player's nose; he worea short sleeved shirt and slim jeans which showed off the athletic linesof his chest, arms and legs."Aren't you worried I might dump you and run away with him?" I askedwhen Guy suggested we had a dance. They both laughed."Girls are a stopover, not the destination," he said, lightly. " The security guard said when he signed in. "Hello to you too, Mrs. Jenkins." The guard smiled. The guard hardly noticed Tony as he signed in.Jenny was petrified as they entered the elevator. The elevator was completely glass and eventually had a spectacular view of the city on the way up. Lots of visitors and tourist busses would stop or slow down as they went by to watch the elevators. "What unspeakable horrors was she in for once they arrived at the office?" she wondered. Jenny had been. It is even more confusing when I find that the same word may mean different things depending on how it is put together with other words. I do not understand why humans make speaking so difficult, and I do not know how human calves may learn this.I think the humans have too many words, words for things that do not need words. They seem to make much of counting. In the now it is needed to know one, or two, or three, or perhaps a little more, but the humans name numbers that are beyond counting..