“What do you want? We didn’t know that you were here,” Sam replied.“That’s certainly clear enough. But I’m ... well, I must confess, more ...han a little flattered. A bit freaked out. Not gonna lie. I mean, my ex-husband, whom I left on less than ideal terms, is talking about me in a way that indicates a strong, lingering desire. And despite this, well, he’s clearly found someone new ... maybe even two ... or three someones. Are you ... bi, Sam?” Liz asked him directly.“Apparently so. Meet. Now I was going to have to dance with him with my blouse undone to my belly button and wearing that damn short brown skirt which barely covered my ass cheeks.I expected Walt to hold me close and press my breasts against him as we danced but, instead of that, he took every opportunity to do a twirl or a loop and everyone close by could see inside my blouse. I loved it. Embarrassed yes, but so aroused I could hardly stay standing up. I was being openly exhibited, my breasts exposed to anyone's. Opening her eyes cautiously, the light hurt so she closed them again and tried to move to a more comfortable position; there didn't seem to be any cushions under her and she groped for one. All she could feel was a hard cold surface and then her hand found a metal vertical rod about an inch thick. This woke her up suddenly and she forced herself to look around.She was in a large room, a huge room full of cages that looked rather like the animal cages in children's book versions of zoos or. Shit!I walked all the way around the jobsite and said something to each team. The misty rain that had started early in the week picked up again. It was only February eighteenth, and while we had scattered sun-breaks a few times a week, we were still going to get a lot of rain. A huge canvas awning had been erected from the top of the pavilion out across our scaffolding, so unless the wind started blowing toward the building, the wall would stay dry. It was forty-six degrees, which was fine for.