Forgive me.”“It is okay, my love; just steering you in a sensible direction. You have to remember to be less academic with social chit-chat, darli...ng.”“I am okay with that advice, Jessica. Point noted.”The midwife was at the door shortly afterwards, and put Jessica in her car before driving to the hospital’s maternity section. Reg kissed her farewell.After his quick lunch, Reg told everyone he was going to bed for another snooze, so he did not want female company in bed. knew his problems so. My breath catches in my throat slightly as I try to concentrate on my food and not letting my mother see what is happening. My eyes shoot daggers at Amber trying to mentally tell her to stop, but she just returns my look with a cheeky little smile almost as if to say, What are you going to do about it Sam? Her toes rub along my shaft as it presses hard against my jeans along my leg, rubbing it up and down.She continues to torment and tease me, tempting me and getting my cock to leak precum. There was nothing I had kept hidden from her. And she hurt as well. Not from loss, but because she knew I couldn’t have her. That wasn’t something she could offer. But my pain caused her to hurt as well. So we clung to each other, as friends do, to ameliorate the ache. That moment seemed to last forever. She was barely an armful, the most wonderful armful I had ever encountered. Her sweet perfume filled my nostrils and I could feel her heart beat against my chest. She was warm, and soft, and. ..A little boy was waiting for his mother to come out of the grocery store. As he waited, he was approached by a man who asked, “Son, can you tell me where the Post Office is?”The little boy replied, “Sure! Just go straight down this street a coupla blocks and turn to your right.”The man thanked the boy kindly and said, “I’m the new pastor in town. I’d like for you to come to church on Sunday ... I’ll show you how to get to Heaven.”The little boy replied with a chuckle. “You’re bullshitting me,.