I spied Arthur walking home alone. I caught up to him on the corner. "Hi," I said. "My name is Carol. Don't you live on Oak street?" I gavehim my swee...est smile.He looked at me a few seconds before answering. I think he liked what hesaw. I had my skirt hiked up a few inches; a lot of the girls did thatbut never at school, which was a big no-no. "Hi. I'm Arthur. Yes, I live there, we just moved in awhile ago," hesaid and started crossing the street."I live near there. Can we walk together?" I. In exchange, the drinks are on me until the story is finished!" Well, my friend Jerkolo, I could not ask for a better exchange!"The story starts about seven months ago after I had finished my last labor that involved holding up the sky while Atlas took a break. I'm sure that you have heard that story, so I won't bore you with repeating it now. However, I was so glad to escape from Atlas that I stopped off at the first bar I came to for a little drink in celebration."Well, you know me. I can't. That might be too embarrassing.”“I tell you what. I will show you some of my shots with Sean if you show me some of yours.”Stephanie relented and retrieved some of her shots while Maggie got hers out of her car. The two friends exchanged photographs. Stephanie never told her friend she had already seen pictures of Sean’s cock.Maggie was incredulous looking at the session Stephanie had with Randall. She exclaimed, “Jeez, there’s nothing anonymous about these. I can definitely tell it’s you.”. I watched as his chest rose and fell. At this point I needed to get up or else I would have reached out and touched him right there. I got up and went into the water, watching my step as the stones on the beach slid under my every step into the water. Once in I waded around, going under every so often and coming back up. The water was calm and the day beautiful. “C’est beau, non?” I heard my French friend asked. I quickly spun around, frightened as I had not heard him swim up next to me. “Oui”.