I turned my head slowly and examined the side of her pretty face as she continued to stare into the fire.I turned my head slowly and examined the side of her pretty face as she continued to stare into the fire. I knew that she knew (does that sound right?) I was looking at her and after a few moments she looked at me and smiled. She lifted her right arm and brought it around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. I gratefully returned her smile as I felt the soft side-swell of her breast against my own. She asked if I were comfortable now, and I told her, with no influence from the drug, that I was "very comfortable." She smiled again and looked back toward the fire. I couldn't take my eyes from her, she was so pretty, and when she spoke I watched her lips move. I know this sounds terribly stupid, but the mood was intimate and I felt very close to her. Carol told me about herself and her job at The Institute. She had been there for three years, the last in her present capacity, and enjoyed it very much. In what seemed a bold move, I reached up to my right shoulder and covered her hand with my own. She paused to look at me and smiled again. |