Anyways, congrats on the promotion, of that's what it is. I'm not surprised to hear that you have been given the opportunity to do more. You have alwa...ys been a dependable person and anyone who got to know you would know that you'll help with anything as long as you have an idea of what is needed. You just rarely stuck your neck out first.There is a lot to tell you even if its only been four weeks since I last sent a letter to you. Things out here got a bit exciting in the past week. I'm trying. Still asleep and clueless though. With me stirring in sleep...the robe slips again...it falls away a bit more...and the moonlight makes it look quite unreal. There's a sash that prevents the robe from falling open completely. You don't want the sash... it's not helping. Without actually touching me you untie the sash…and slowly pull at it until it gives away half way but is still stuck. You have to make me move a bit to get it off. But, of course, you don't wanna wake me up. Quite the dilemma.. I thrusted my face forward, my tongue aimed at the beautiful cleft between her legs. The tip of my nose made first contact upon her puffy lips and immediately was coated in dampness. I tried to bury my face further but her legs compressed and stopped me for a moment. I lifted my head and looked up at Clare. Her upper body was twisted toward the desk as she frantically wrote some additional notes on her pad. In between writing she glare down at me. “What are you doing?” she hissed in a whispered. Relaxing and soothing."Come to dinner, Brad!"Brad's eyes popped open. The bathroom counter top seemed so far away.Maybe it was the high heels. Everything seemed far away, now that he wasfour inches taller."Coming, Andrea!" Brad replied, as he started walking out into thehallway."Ohhh, not YET, I think!" said Andrea.Brad suddenly felt hot. Flushed. Embarassed. He was a little afraid towalk into the kitchen. But the smell of Andrea's Italian cooking was sodelicious! The clicking sound of.