"Sure. Be glad for the company," I replied to the charter manager. He rarely asked for favors and besides, I thought he was a straight shooter.An hour...later, as I was finishing stowing my gear and provisions for the two-day sail, Mike, the guy who'd arranged this ferry job, pulled up in his jeep with the gaily-colored canvas top and tooted his horn. A black-robed woman in traditional, I mean old-fashioned, nun's attire climbed out. I saw a flash of black-stockinged calf as she lighted. Shading. Just brace your outside knee against the mattress, Cindy." Amanda told her."Okay, that works. Now what do we do with our inside arms? Here Amanda, we'll put them around each other like this. That's right, now just turn a little bit toward me... there. Okay Corey, we're ready." Cindy told him."All right. Now you girls were saying that after the bum biting, you were going to do anything I wanted. Is that still okay?" Of course." Amanda agreed with a smile."Sure Corey. A girl doesn't have to be a. I went all in, and for some reason, she did too. There was no way that she could beat the triple, so we set to work figuring out what was remaining in the game. We finally decided that the extra chips in front of me were the value of my shirt, and since it wasn't fare to take any value from Samantha's panties, the extra would be added to the value of my briefs.That's when it hit me that Samantha was going to have to take off her shorts and shirt again. I adjusted myself without thinking about. She looked my way, our eyes met and she smiled at me. I knew it as sure as I knew my own name. She didn't smile in my direction, she wasn't smiling as she looked off into space – she was smiling at me. The buzzer rang announcing the end of lunch period and breaking the spell and we all got up and shuffled off to our next class. I didn't have any shared classes with her in the afternoon so I didn't see her again my first two classes the next day. I thought I saw her glance my way once or twice,.