Over the weeks they realized that despite their difference in age they liked the same music and also shared an interest in early 22nd century sci-fi m...ovies. Especially the early works of Amy Emmerich that dealt with a first contact between humans and aliens long before Savko Guerlaine invented his DM-Sails and humanity had actually met other civilisations among the stars. Over the time they had become friends. And now her friend was dead. Tears were streaming down the young womans cheeks and. I made you something to eat. You hungry?" GO AWAY!" came from behind the door.Buffy sunk, exasperated. "Fine. That's the last time I try to do something nice!" I SAID GO AWAY!" Look, M*m's not home yet and I have to go patrolling. You gonna be okay by yourself for a while?" GO FUCK YOURSELF!"Buffy dropped the tray on the floor and stomped downstairs muttering to herself, "Try to be nice to her. Try to be a big s*ster and what do I get? I get told to go fuck myself, that's what!"Buffy had. "So does that make you German or British?"She winks. "It makes my parents addicts of Victorians literature." Good God!" you exclaim right on queue, and she giggles. Your courage soars. Make it or break it, this is your moment. "So, what are you doing tonight?" you ask her, holding your breath.She shrugs, making the hair shuffle over her breast. "Just hanging here for a couple of hours," she says. "Then home to bed. I have to go to work in the morning." Oh." And what does that mean? What do you. Let's face it, our summer vacation did not bring us any closer. The way you pushed me back made me realize how far we have drifted apart."It was a sore point with both of us. After two weeks on the beach, we had gone out without the kids one evening, and Judy had pulled all the stops. She had flirted with me, she had pressed her body against me at every opportunity, and she had found me quite receptive, too. We returned to the rented beach house and I anticipated a merry make-up fuck, our first.