"Of course," I replied, dragging her into the office, instead. I locked the door behind us, as she she dropped down spread legged into the office recl...iner.She lifted the edge of her skirt, completely showing herself, and crooked the finger of her other hand to say, come here! I got down on my knees in front of her, and leaned in to get a good look. She had a small bush of grey/blonde hair on top. It was untrimmed but not overly hairy exposing the whole of her womanhood. Her lips were thin and. I tell you I’ve got you a drink in the fridge when you’re ready for it. You just smile and reach for me. We hug one another and you bury your head in my chest. I’ve already showered and you can smell my Axe body spray and a hint of cologne. I feel you shudder slightly but can’t tell if it’s from the dropping temps or my touch. I pull you in tighter to me as we enjoy the view in the fading light. Every now and then kissing your forehead your neck lightly… just enough to get you stirred. Now that. “Yeah, it’s great. But I really have to run.”“OK, sorry to keep you,” Sarah said. I felt like a dick.“No, no,” I said. “I’m sorry. It is great. Thanks for finding that. And thanks for calling to see how I’m doing. It means a lot to me.”Liz had stopped her digital journey while my attention was diverted. She came and sat down beside me on the bed and gave me a look of chagrin. I shrugged.“I know you have a lot going on up there,” Sarah said. “I’m ... I hate to say this but I’m bored. The boys. She absolutely hates to have anyone touch her." Touch her?" Garvin asked."I don't mean just, uh, well, you know," Bryant continued. He realized Garvin must be a great interviewer. He was talking to her about personal things and he'd known her only a couple of hours. "I mean, she doesn't even like to shake hands. She doesn't like a pat on the back. She doesn't like to brush shoulders in the supermarket. She doesn't want to be touched, not by a man, a woman or a child. She's not a cold person. I.