"We want to play a game Miss Marilyn, can we huh?" Jeff asked."Uh... sure, what did you guys have in mind?" TWISTER! We love to play twister. Do you k...ow how to play Marilyn?"Marilyn sat down on the couch and thought about the game. Sure she knew how to play Twister for God's sake, everyone had played when she was in college and usually it was done in a sexual context. The boys were always trying to get the girls to show off parts of their bodies or to touch them in places they shouldn't. Yes. Finally we left the motel room about seven thirty. In order to get to the student union building, we had be cleared at the front gate. The professor left a note with the campus police, so getting cleared onto the campus happened without a hitch. They even gave each of us a visitors ID. Things had really changed since my days in college. My days were also before the days of mass shootings. Since I was pretty sure there would be much tighter security at the union, I wouldn’t have been surprised. Discreetly and slowly undressing so that Anne could see her every move, but carefully avoiding eye contact, Carol deliberately left her high heeled shoes on as she shrugged out of her dress. Standing in bra and coloured briefs, she slowly brushed her hair, aware that Anne was watching her every move, and Carol thought, looking flushed.Why? Was she getting off on looking at me about to undress, Carol mused? Always aware that men liked her big arse Carol decided to try for the effect it might. " There'll be five in all, Brit," Martha answered. She and her lover Nancy were the only members of the group of commandos not involved in the Las Vegas escapade. And Nancy only drove one of the SUVs.When Brittney arrived in DC and encountered Martha for the first time since Martha sent her and her best friend into harms way it had been a chilly reunion ending in tears for Martha. The tears ended in an apology accepted by Brittney. And after they embraced and kissed, Brittney pulled Martha into.