WARNING - This book contains steamy romance scenes and is not suitable for all ages. You may be too young or too old to survive this. Debbie and Natasha were enjoying the amenities of Harriet's jet. They made small talk as they relaxed on the comfortable, cushioned chairs. Debbie allowed Natasha to sample from the well-stocked bar, while she stuck to water. The combination of alcohol and altitude got Natasha fairly inebriated again, and she began to ramble on about her boyfriend Todd. Natasha was upset with Todd, and how showed so little understanding for the long hours she spent in training. She had invited him to come with her on her holiday in Beverly Hills, but he had refused. "Oh Debbie, I think he is having an affair," Natasha moaned. Debbie did the best she could to refrain from rolling her eyes, and watched as Natasha stood up to pour herself another drink. Natasha took a quick shot of vodka, and then collapsed into Debbie's arms, sobbing. Debbie did what she could to comfort the poor girl, stroking her beautiful black hair and caressing her back. "There, there," she repeated until the girl's sobs had died down into a gentle whimper. Natasha's small body fit easily in Debbie's lap, and it felt unexpectedly good to cradle her. As the tears stopped, Debbie felt her motherly comfort turning into sexual interest. Her strokes became deliberate and drawn out. Debbie moved her hands lower and lower with each touch, until she was grazing Natasha's ass.