’ Moving her hands apart, she began to run them over her skirt repeatedly. ‘I like to make sure I have all the right information for the editors, ...makes their jobs easier.’ Jack smirked when he noticed Angela’s nerves. ‘Well, I’ll let you go. Good night and have fun if you do decide to go out tonight.’ Jack stood straight from his desk and moved behind it. ‘Thank you Si-Jack. Have a good night too.’ Angela walked back to her office, grabbed her bags and continued out of the building before Jack. Helen was truly a beautiful girl in her late teens, early 20s, who lived in Bethel with her family during the winter, but who had accompanied her father (a fisherman) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup'ik Eskimo and her father, a Lapp who had come to Alaska sometime in the 1920s as a reindeer herder.The three of us did the usual things with candles and cakes, only we were washing it down with Lemon & Hart 151 proof rum, cut with a splash of water. By midafternoon, none of us were. They all chatted with Amber since James couldn't recall most of them. Sandy, a ward from 20 years ago came by with his son that afternoon. His son hung with the other young foster boys while Amber, James and Sandy chatted. He knew James had deteriorated into a shell of himself. They chatted with James sitting blankly in a stare, much in a stupor. "Go check on the boys", Amber said and James left. "I know that's tough on you", Sandy said as he sat beside her, hugging her. She slumped in his arms. As a novice Michael did his best to make her feel like there was an agenda. In truth he was trying places and seeing if one spot in particular was important, and if t wasn’t he resumed thrusting in and out. In ignorance, using this method, he stumbled onto her G-spot, that elusive little spot hidden from view and attention. Once he hit it he marked it in his memory, as he had the spots he had seen on Candy’s stunning frame. Rose began to buck and writhe beneath his attentions, forcing him to.