I was just about to leave when the door bell rung. I packed the last few bits away and went down stairs to see who it was. On opening the door I was s...urprised to see Maggie my late mothers friend leaning against the wall outside, "I saw your car, can I come in and sit down for a bit" she said, "of course" I said "I'll make us a cuppa".Maggie was slightly younger than my late mother, I couldn't be sure but my guess was late 70s. She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother had mentioned. On top of this, a mix of powder blue eyes and straight jet black hair give her an intoxicating look. Her skin is a little pale, but that probably comes more from spending just a little too much time indoors. Her body was probably the thing that most of the other women in the lab were most jealous of. The ideal woman in the 23rd century has curves; They have hips, they have asses, and they have breasts, and Alice has them all. If the career as a research scientist hadn't worked out, she could. (kissing lower)...mine", he groaned against her tender flesh, stopping at the place where her neck met her collar bone. His lips lingered here for what seemed like minutes, devouring her sweet taste, leaving his mark on his favorite place...on his girl.His hands made their way down to her soft breasts as he towered over her, pressing her every curve into the wall as his rising chest leaned into her, taking her lips with his again. Safe, secure, wanted, and needed is how she felt, pinned between. ”The beat of the song was slightly quickened and several lines omitted. Abby knew she’d be flirting with the allotted time and hoped her performance would compensate for it.‘Breakaway,’ words and music by Avril Ramona Lavigne, Bridget Louise Benenate, and Matthew Gerrard.(While the band did a shorter intro to save several seconds, Abby walked to her left on the stage.)Grew up in a small town And when the rain would fall down I’d just stare out my window Dreamin’ of what could be And if I’d end.