" She paused. You see, the top in question looks respectable at first, and is made of a fairly heavy fabric, but the neckline has loose folds of mater...al that, when she leans over, just fall away and leave her exposed. I first noticed it when we played pool together. When she bent over to take a shot I would be able to see right down her shirt to her bra covered b-cups. It took a little bit of convincing, and me promising not to beat the guy up, to get her into the idea of exposing her bare. Movie started and it was good. Afterwards I took her down to the boardwalk and walked along looking at the various shops and eventually made our way out onto the peir. There we made small talk some more, it was getting late as well as being cold, so she suggested we head back to her place. When we arrived we sat on the couch watching tv after awhile she cuddled up under my arm and started kissing on my neck. I was both surprised and nervous since it had been awhile since I got any. I'd wanted. Her breath smelled like an open bottle of hundred proof, her muscles were watery. I pushed off her and stood “You need to sleep Sherry, I sure as hell wouldn't want to have your head when you wake up.”“Don't go! You promised to rub my feet! You have to rub my feet.” “I didn't promise you anything. Now stop being drunk bitch and be a sleeping bitch.”She looked up at me concern and distress filled her hazy eyes “I'm a bitch and you won't rub my feet? They hurt from the shoes.” What the. “I’m sorry, Sarah. It’s OK. You don’t have to keep going. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”She shook her head. Wiped what might have been a tear.“No, I’m fine. Bill’s a nice guy. He really is. But his passion is ideas, not people, I think. I can’t figure it out. I don’t think he’s gay, I really don’t.”She stopped again. Got up, started to dress.“Matt, I’m sorry, but I’d like to go back now.”“Sure.”Sarah was quiet sailing back. After I turned in the boat at the rental place and we started for.