Dad answered for me and said he had sent me over to Sally’s with the stuff she had ordered. Mom raised an eyebrow and commented that it didn’t tak... all afternoon to make one delivery. I explained that I had been drafted into service to do the rototilling.“Oh ‘Drafted into service ’?” Asked dad with clearly a double entendre intended. Mom shot him a look, that meant ‘don’t you dare spill the beans about my sister, mister!!’Mom then commented, “There was quite a bit of sun today, I hope you. A denim skirt that was so short it left nothing to the imagination, bright red nickers and knee high boots.I heard a car honk and knew that was Jess out front. I grabbed a handbag and jumped in the passenger seat of her car. She smiled, as she looked me up and down."I like!" she said. As I went to put on the seatbelt my denim skirt rode up revealing my red nickers to her. She placed a hand on my exposed thigh and rubbed it. "I like a lot." She added with a twinkle in her eye.Thirty minutes. I knew she was hot and horny as hell. I knew by the end of the night she would be begging me for more.I walked over to the group and grabbed her hand. No one dared to stop me."Come with me Natasha" I said, tugging at her hand. "Yes" She said and no one questioned who I was or how I knew her name or why she was going with me. Not even her boyfriend.I led her through the dark streets, neither of us saying a word. We arrived at my appartment a short time later. As I led her up the stairs, I. ‘I’m so pleased to meet you. My name’s Ginny, I’ve just started at the University this term.’ She visibly pulled herself together. Good manners made her overcome her desire to make herself invisible. She extended her hand. ‘Ivy Matthews. I work at the public library in Bishop Street.’ I held her hand just a little too long – maybe ten minutes… I afterwards learned that she had achieved her Fellowship of the Libraries Association with distinction, and that she was the Head Reference Librarian.