"Can I kiss the birthday girl?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face. I raised one eyebrow and acted innocent. His hand, lightly brushed my ja... before kissing my lips. Lasting longer that I thought it would have, he opened his mouth every-so slowly and pressed hard against me. It was as though the moment was just us, uncontrollably my hand reached into his hair brushing through it and pulling it softly. I wanted him more, wanted him so bad. His body edged closer to me, now running his. I was just happy to be able to hold her. Jenny finally broke our silence."Mark, how do you really feel about me?" What do you mean?" You told me that you finally figured out how you felt. How is that?" Jenny, when I am with you, I am always happy. We could be in big trouble or just goofing off or even bored stiff. But I felt happy. When we were apart, nothing seemed to be fun. Even Christmas was, well rather a waste of time. I started to realize how I felt before the dance but after a few. "Sam was listening intently. He'd always respected Lester's basic intelligence, but seldom had he heard the Sheriff engaging in what could be considered analytical thought. Sam was impressed."What about strippers?" Sam asked. "The county's got its share of strip bars. Hey, Hugh, your guy, the chimney-sweeper guy -- he was in a strip bar the day Emma Majeski was murdered... Hell, that was his alibi!"The Sheriff interrupted. "Well, I ain't talkin' about strippers or massage parlor queens. 'Course. For this reason I often wear very soft full or bikini nylon panties that like to be pulled aside for entry. If you pull down my skirt and find sexy backless panties accompanied by garter belt and nylons I really like you and I can imagine you know what I am looking for at that stage. Since I often have silicon breast forms on (if you wanted that big tits tranny look) you reaching up and grabbing them doesn't do much for me and can be embarrassing. Even my super soft expensive forms don't feel.