<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kirsten+Vangsness+9th+Annual+GLSEN+Respect+qMvnCXXAfDOl.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maggie Holloway<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hitomi<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Hot Chocolate (the drink not the 70s soul group)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Super-girl outfit (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77xuoOiWM1r9js4go1_500.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Maggie led the young woman through into her kitchen and and directed her to sit at the kitchen table. One of the advantages of being building manager was she had probably the nicest apartment of the lot, being on the ground floor and having some extra space, plus the addition of an office that was accessible both from the apartment and the main lobby, in place of the second bedroom.<br/><br/>The kitchen was well appointed and comfortably warm, after the chill outside. Maggie filled a saucepan with milk and set it on the stove, then pulled two mugs out of a cupboard. She found the jar of chocolate powder and spooned a generous amount into each mug, then turned to a spice rack and selected a jar. "Secret ingredient", she told Hitomi with a grin. "Cinnamon. Just a dash." She shook a little of the orange-brown powder into each mug.<br/><br/>While she waited for the milk to heat up, Maggie decided to be bold. She took a seat next to Hitomi at her table and reached out to twirl the young woman's hair in her fingers. "So, do you like living here? I've seen you around, but I don't think we've spoken much". She tucked the other woman's hair behind the small delicate ear, which she began stroking gently.<br/><br/><em>My god, Maggie, what are you doing?</em>Part of her was saying.<em>This girl is young enough to be your daughter...!</em>But it had been long enough since the last time Maggie got laid that she was quite willing to totally ignore that particular voice.<br/><br/>She stood up again and turned the milk off just as it was about to start boiling, the ring of foam just beginning to appear at the edge of the pan. Pouring the milk into the two mugs took a matter of moments and she quickly stirred the chocolate in as she did so. "Here we go. One last thing." Maggie went to the fridge and pulled out a can of whipped cream, squirting a generous cone of the stuff on the top of each drink. She grinned as she sucked the nozzle clean then rinsed it under the tap. "Plenty left... if whipped cream is your thing", she giggled and blushed a little. She hadn't played with whipped cream in a loooooong time! She slipped the can back into the fridge, then picked up the two mugs off the counter and resumed her seat at the kitchen table, placing one mug in front of each of them.<br/><br/>Time to be bold again, Maggie! She sipped her own drink, getting cream on her nose, and placed her free hand on Hitomi's thigh. The skin was still chilled under her palm, and she began stroking gently at the sensitive inner surface, in the hope that the young Asian woman would spread her legs wider. Of course if they clamped firmly together, Maggie would take that as a no and pull her hand away.