Scribe adjusted the pack on her shoulders. “Does who know what?” She bent down to pick up a couple of milkweed pods, carefully inspecting them be...fore tossing them in the backpack. “Does Red know that you still dream about her mate? How you wish he’d chosen you? How you’re still in lo-” Scribe’s hand made contact with his cheek. “Shut up!” she snapped before turning away. “We don't talk about the past, you know that.” “This isn't the past, this is now. How are you going to stand living with. Do whatever you want.’ Tom looked at Penny and smiled appreciatively. ‘Thank you!’ ‘No… thank you, for your sensitivity and understanding, about our little indiscretion.’ She squeezed his arm appreciatively, before joining the Chief in the Suburban and driving away. Tom waved, and thought, ‘That worked out nice.’ Once the excitement was over, Tom continued to snap pictures of the motel and brood over Hannah. What should he do about her, if anything? What he wanted to do was drag her out of the. We'd sit and eat ice cream and watch television or we'd go and sit out in the back garden where we could smoke and watch the sunset while we talked about university, jobs, futures, kids and marriage. We'd usually have a bottle of wine between us and we'd all go to bed about 1am so we would be able to get up for our different colleges in the morning. I got a phone call from Si saying it was his mum's birthday so he wouldn't be able to come over with Holly tonight. My parents were on holiday and. I was aroused and told him how I dreamed of being with him and that I had a fake cock at the house I would use when I fantasized about being with him. He put his hands on my shoulders and slid my top down, exposing my tits. My nipples were erect and tingling. I wanted him to take them between his lips and suck them. He gently touched my tits with his fingers and told me they were even more beautiful than I had imagined. His fingers circled my tits and then my nipples. My body was shaking, even.