I was also trying to spend more times in their rooms when they were about, just chatting & trying to be generally helpful, just to fuel my wanking ses...sions.Things came to a head when one morning I went into Mrs Greens room and she was sitting in her chair reading the newspaper. Normally I collected the laundry when the rooms were empty and the residents were altogether in the communal lounge. As I closed the door behind me, Mrs Green looked up."Just collecting your laundry," I said reaching for. Before he exited the bathroom, I stationed myself at the bar, alone, near where he would be coming out. When he did, I asked if I could buy him a drink - the oldest line in the book, but it worked. He agreed, and we sat on barstools in a corner. It was dark and a little quieter there. He seemed confident and relaxed as we talked. His name was Steven and he said he lived in the neighborhood. I was having trouble concentrating on his words; I couldn't take my eyes off of his lips, which were full. And that is when I felt it again. My boob was being pressed very slowly and carefully by the man sitting beside me. For a second, I felt extremely angry and I wanted to slap him but then I decided to push away the anger. I stayed in that position for some more time giving him the opportunity to press my boob harder. This time he thought that I am in a deep sleep and he grabbed my boob and pressed it softly and waited. I was still pretending to sleep and he pressed it again. I could feel him. You make them yourself?" It was my mother's trade. I'm good, but this is crude compared to some of the ones my mother made. She was an artist. Wizards and rich folk for miles around mourned her loss when she passed on." Taking a deep breath, Celes sat the candle on the table and concentrated for a moment. The wick lit with a little pop and burned cheerily."It works!" Celes laughed.The light scent of the candle, reminding Danica of the scent of the air after a spring shower in a field of.