Christine and Lucy stayed behind and we sat chatting for a bit, but the girls were acting a little squirrelly. They would give each other looks, but w...en I would turn their way, they pretended that they were doing something else.“Okay, I give up. What has you two so jumpy?”“What? I have no idea what you are talking about.” Lucy said, trying, and failing, to look surprised.“Really, David, you are imagining things.” Christine interrupted, but she blushed a little when I stared her way.I continued. 30 I said I was bored and wanted to see some action. She asked what kind of action I would to see, something violent or something sexy. I was caught off balance at this and could not comprehend much until she kissed me on my lips. It was nothing platonic, it was a complete passionate job. I responded immediately after that, I embraced her during the kiss and said, “Oh Anita!!! I had wished for this since so long…” She smiled back at me mischievously and kissed me again this time holding the. Hurriedly, she got her bag and headed down the hallway. The drive home felt like hours; she was anxious to get there and make sense of the email. Clarissa finally arrived, saying hello to her beloved dogs and letting them out. Her front door had a message on it, reading thus: “I’m coming to you, and I will not wait any longer. Signed, your forever secret admirer. p.s. you held an amazing Halloween party that year.” Her breath caught, her heart stopped. That party was with her sixth graders, the. For lunch, she’d put on a grey skirt that was just short and tight enough to arouse interest but still within reason for a meeting. Sheer black stockings covered her legs, ending at black leather pumps. Under a jacket that matched the skirt, Jenny wore a sheer white blouse. The blouse was the drop-dead sexy part. It was slightly see-thru and had a deep plunge. It looked like she’d foregone a bra but at first I couldn’t tell for sure given the distance and lighting. “Hello, honey” Jenny said in.