" He smiles at her and responds, "Tiffany you have a kind hearttry to never lose it for this world can use more people like you. I willbe ok, I... I j...ust need to go home and rest." She turns to leave asBethany is still waiting for; "Well if you say so Mr. Robertson..." shesmiles at him "... I will see you Monday then!" He watches her leave theroom to meet up with her friend, deep down inside he finds himself wishingthat he were more like her. So young, so free and so full of life, hefinds. Some of my best friends went on to college, and I was invited a couple of times a month to the college parties.After working full-time for the next two years, my dad suggested I go to the community college and take a few business management courses. He said it would benefit me when I took over the company, and he wished he'd done it himself instead of learning as he went along.I wasn't thrilled with the idea, but I did it, and I was surprised at how easily the subjects came to me. I met a girl. We also had homegrown bacon, fresh picked fried tomatoes and homemade bread with fresh churned butter. Susan had brought in the milk we drank straight from the cow.Susan was friendly but wasn't hanging all over Val like she had been the day before. By the time we were finished eating breakfast, Oscar was sitting up. Amanda and he were leaning into each other and had their arms entangled. Oscar seemed to have a pretty good appetite so I guess he was well on the road to recovery. Susan and Connie. Her breathing changed subtly, easing a bit and then deepening a couple of times; on her neck I touched one spot that caused her to jump around, a flush coming to her cheeks. Coming back up with my fingers I stroked her lips and felt each portion of them, working outer edge inward and then down to her chin.From there I worked both to her breast bone, switching outward to her sides just above those wondrous set of breasts. Mind you, I was rather intimidated by them, hanging inches from my face,.