Emboldened by the lack of visible reaction my finger slipped into her up to the first knuckle before darting forward for a slightly more comprehensive...assessment of her grooming. After swiping inside the front of her underwear I backtracked along the sodden slit inserting my full index finger for a blissful moment.As I straightened up it felt like the coast was no longer clear. I clocked 2 guys having a close chat. Was I being paranoid or were they looking in my direction? Trying to play it. Finally breaking her revelry, Sally looked over to see her oldfriend Wendy Norcross walking out to her from behind the front counter.Smiling in disbelief, she walked over to meet her with more than a littleshock, as she had last seen Wendy flicking a bird to the small town asshe left for college. That angry twenty something was gone, and the verypregnant woman who stood before her was actually wearing a similar 1950sstyle cocktail dress as she was. "What are you doing back here?" sheasked.. ." Jessie didn't know if this was right or not. "Shouldn't aguy pay his own way?"Grace smiled and reached for Jessie's hand. "Sweetheart, we are shoppingfor dresses for you. On the counter out there, there is a pile ofpanties, tights, bras and heels. Those aren't 'guy's' clothes, honey.Those are clothes that women use to make their lovers happy. Now, forsome weird reason, you and Marty seem to have stumbled into a very oldfashioned relationship - except you are fulfilling the part of the. There wasn’t anything there, but I’d heard enough stories of DCFS using the flimsiest of arguments to seize children from their parents and create a nightmare for the parents to clear their names. And in this case, I wouldn’t be able to clear my name completely, no matter what I did.There wasn’t much I could do about it at the moment, so I spent a few minutes breathing deeply and clearing my mind before I rejoined my family and our guests.“Are you joining us for Guys’ Night tonight?” I asked.