Her door opened and sent light pouring into my room through the bathroom door.“Hey you’re up?” Em asked. “All I heard was snoring before.”�...�Yeah well Mr. Fosters American Lit homework will do that to you. You’ll see next year. He’s a pain.” I turned in my chair toward her. Her silhouette was all I could make out as she walked into my room. As she turned to close the bathroom door my heart leapt. I could clearly make out the outline of her breasts for the split second before it went dark. “Em. Realizing that Kathy had her hand on the tray to keep the food from spilling, Jill took a deep breath, but she couldn't stop the tears from forming in her eyes."Here, Mom," Linda said trying to distract her. "I've put some of your favorite jelly on the toast. Try it."Absently, Jill took the toast from her daughter and took a bite. It was good, indeed. She couldn't remember food ever tasting this good.But just as she thought she had her memory under control, Bill reached out to stroke her hair.. Drama is a problem though as it tends to run longer than the other activities and I usually have to wait for her to get done. However, on this particular Friday things turned out a little different. Nora had stopped between two periods earlier in the day and told me that she had drama practice that night and she would need to stay. I hated staying late on Fridays and it set me in a bad mood until lunch when I was able to call Sherry. I called Sherry, "Hey honey, I hate to do this to you but. Then, again, she took both hands and caressed his arm, all the way down, over the shoulder, onto his chest, circling his nipple with gentle but insistent fingertips. He wriggled, pulling against the ties, but they held him in a firm grip of their own. Her hands continued down his chest, over his belly, making the skin flutter, down his sides, down his right leg. Making circles with her fingertips, she shifted her position on the bed, caressed his leg, down to his ankle, then onto his foot..