"Hey," she said, "I said to stop that. If you can't behave yourself, I'm going to go home."He brought his hands back up top, and stroked her shoulders... and waist some more. Now each downward pass went lower and lower, and eventually he began massaging her buttocks exclusively. "Hey," she protested, "and not there either." He moved his hands up to her back again, and moved his hips forward as well, and began grinding his crotch into her butt while he massaged her shoulders and waist with his. Jim was about to ask him what it was that causedthis halt, when Singh blinked, exhaled slowly and motioned the two ofthem to follow him again. Jim felt his tension drop away a little as theunderbrush fell away and the path they were following toward the back ofthe fence became clear again.Now that she was no longer needed to scout for an easier path for herearthbound companions, Pantra buzzed down out of the sky and perchedonce again on Singh's shoulder. Mitch came up alongside him as he. We drove for miles. Escaping the confines of the town and finding the hills of Kent. A straight road gave me the opportunity to give James his real present. ‘Would you like to drive?’ I looked straight at James’s expression in the rear view mirror and watched the realisation of what I was asking, dawn on him and transform his face to pure light. I sat him on my lap and allowed him to steer with only a few corrections at first. The road eventually brought us to a wooded section with a steep. “Cover that...” She was incapable of finishing the sentence and just managed to point at it.I used my hands at first, and then the very sensible Reggie, prodded me into further action by telling me to ‘put my pants on.’Which I did; turning away from my mother and retrieving them from under the bed, where I’d dropped them earlier.“You, young lady; what’s your name?”“Regina ... Mrs. Crowder!”“Ugh ... never mind ... clean that---that---goo from your face first! And it’s Ms. Lamella, if you don’t.