"I saw your fight today, a lot of people were amazed when you came running towards Brent and kicked him away from your sister, then you took those two... big guys down like they were nothing!" Jason gave a pained smile, he didn't think of his fight that way."Um thanks, I was just protecting my older sister from that first jerk, the last two just didn't make the right choice fighting for him." She suddenly reached forward and put her hands by his eye, which was starting to bruise already. Jason. This is from someone who I adore and who knows just what I like and how to express it very well in writing.I think about how good it would feel to kiss you, deeply and passionately, feeling you hungrily suck on my lips and tongue and hearing you groan. I think about lying on a bed with you and not worrying about time as we've got days together alone. I think about pulling each others clothes off and me savouring the moment where I unclip your bra and slip it off, followed by sliding your flimsy. Anders made sure my bags were on the train, which allowed me to stay with my friends.As the departure time approached, I shook hands with Anders and Patrick and then hugged Eva and Pernilla. Suzana hugged me tight and kissed me, parting her lips so that we could share a soft French kiss. That drew a stern look from Anders, but I simply didn’t care. She’d have to explain it to him, not me.Torbjörn and Helge each shook my hand, Cecilia gave me a brief hug and then Christina Eriksson kissed me. And when Gill became "difficult" over new ways such as wearing pretty shoes or lacy panties, he usually suffered for it.But eventually a day came when Margo got in from the office and had slumped into the armchair; Gill had appeared in the maid's outfit.The illusion was startling.A stranger would have seen an attractive young uniformed maid in dainty white heels serving a double whiskey on a silver tray.Her hair styled into a bob; the lipstick, eyes and legs were convincing. As she advanced.