Gerlinde's stare reached smooth and warm through the tears.  She thought, for a moment, of her father - a professor, a scholar, a good man, a good husband, and a father that did real honor to the sloppy, grand, dangerous, wonderful job.  She knew he would not be proud of her.  And she felt that that did not matter to her.  Gerlinde felt that even all that he was, she was more than him now.<br/><br/>She stared into Lisle with that strength.  Gerlinde felt that the hand that moved to Lisle's neck to guide her cheek to cheek was strong enough to play the part of her spine.  The arm about her could keep Lisle from falling in half.  She pressed Lisle to her wherever she could, supple and leather, bedding the girl on her huge breast - all but her hips.<br/><br/>Those she kept tilted.  Her cock was an obvious lance of arousal under the edge of the table.<br/><br/>"I'll teach you."  She kissed the edge of Lisle's mouth, chaste and assuring.  Then her eyes took Lisle's in their blue embrace.  "I'll teach you everything.  Everything.  Even the impossible things.  Even being happy."<br/><br/>It felt like truth.  Everything she said and did, felt that way.  Gerlinde gazed into Lisle, brushed her neck, and decided it need get no better.  It was time to bring things to a close, on her terms.  Like everything.<br/><br/>"Let's put you to sleep now."  Her hand raised to cup Lisle's breastbone.  She felt the pulses there - the girl's heart and the subtler rolls of the buried vibrator.  She smiled subtly, inhaling a last dram of the scent of this moment - this power, this perfection.<br/><br/>Her hand pressed.  Her eyes widened to take more of Lisle's in.  "I'll be right<em>here </em>when you wake."