He had his arms crossed, and it appeared that his elbow was pressed against Erica. I continued stroking her leg as the scene in the movie got hotter a...d hotter. I slowly began stroking the inside of her thigh and she responded by opening her legs slightly. I glanced over again to be sure the guy next to us wasn’t watching me. I saw that he was focused on the movie, but saw that his elbow was definitely leaning against Erica’s breast. I’m not the jealous type, and I wasn’t sure it was. I selected a summer dress from the rack,carefully closed the wardrobe and went into my room, still worried thatthey may return. I was feeling very nervous, but stripped off completelyand slipped the dress over my head.It was very light thin cotton, long sleeves and a zip up the back. Ireached behind me and had some trouble with the zip, having to reachover my shoulder to pull it up completely. The dress was a pretty goodfit, coming to just above my knees. It hung a bit baggy in the frontbecause. It is an hour later that the coach limps under the rapidly darkening skies into the rural village of Dellamere and stops outside the first cottage showing signs of life by a flickering light within, to ask directions to the Hall. It is a crisply whitewashed cottage, its stout oaken frame black in the twilight. Ferdinando barely hears the exchange between the coarse coachman and gentle burr of the tall, dark haired lady giving directions.“The lady of the ‘ouse, ‘as ‘eard tell we’s comin’, my. No date with Jacqui, no date with Mike.” “Argh! You know I wouldn’t be able to call her. I would have been too bashful to even talk to you at that basketball game if you hadn’t come up to me.” “Didn’t seem like you were too bashful to kiss her and even nibble on her nipple that night. And she did tell you to call her if you changed your mind. You said she wanted to hear about my weekend with Mike. Have you ever gone back and talked to her since then?” “No, I haven’t. That night I got carried.