. poor, poor little girl, so prone and exposed and used. It's only going to get worse too. She can just about hear those words whispered into her ea... as the wind assults her again, beating against her little pussy and making her shiver.Some time passes before she hears any more noise. This time it's two sets of feet and the loud hollering of very, very drunk people. She can hear them pause as well when they spot her, as well as a whispered discussion as they assess the situation. Sooner. They were gorgeous! Slightly sheerwith lace panels and lace trim at the legs and waist. They were themost feminine thing I had ever seen!"Come on, these are my gift to you," said Stacy. "You don't have totake them if you don't want to, but I think you really want them." Ilooked at them in front of me, feeling guilty. The truth was, I DIDwant them. I wanted to feel the softness of the fabric, the lace as ittickled my skin, the smoothness of the nylon on my bottom, but mostly, Iwanted to. .. I am looking for Fenghuang!”The wind picked up around her. It was the same wind as before when she yelled out her name.“Was that? ... Was that a response to my words, or have I truly lost it out here?”She looked around her surroundings as she saw the plants and leaves blow in the wind. She looked around but saw nothing.“Please ... if there is somebody here ... I need help ... I am looking for Fenghuang.”A voice appeared behind her. It was a voice she never heard before.“I thought I heard. Neither of them had ever liked anyone the other dated. French had always thought it odd that Nicolàs and Marie-Josée would each call her and espouse in voluble detail the numerous negative qualities of whomever the other was dating. She had never paired them as a romantic couple, but now that she was forced to contemplate it, she could see that it made sense. They were already best friends, had all of the important things in common and were just different enough to keep things interesting..