She was almost gasping and her face was bright red.She was almost gasping and her face was bright red. I became concerned, hopped up from the chair, and went over to kneel beside her sprawled body. "Hey -- are you okay?" She tried to laugh and nodded her head. As her respiration slowed, I eased myself around to sit crosslegged. There was a hand towel on the floor nearby and I picked it up and mopped her face and neck down to the edge of her neckline. She has rather small breasts with no significant cleavage, so I decided I'd better stop where the material began. Janet smiled at me, still puffing a little, and raised her arm for assistance. I took it and helped her into a sitting position; she locked her elbows and leaned back on her hands, her knees drawn up neatly together. The pose pushed her shoulders forward and made her seem even younger, somehow. I reached over and tucked her errant hair behind her ears. "I get carried away and do more of that stuff than I should," she said, her voice almost normal. "It seems so easy when you're doing it -- but when you finally stop, you really pay for it. |