”I think I blushed.Dinner was a delight. Mom made a batch of spaghetti, Kelly made a huge salad and I warmed a three-foot loaf of bread by the fire....Shana sat next to me at the picnic table, and to my delight, she let her leg rest against mine and touched me occasionally on the arm and shoulder. The six adults ended up splitting two bottles of wine, enough to make us relaxed and talkative but not enough to make anyone -- except perhaps my mom -- even slightly drunk.After dinner, we moved over. The little girl was stretched out on an old cot, sound asleep and seemingly oblivious of what was going on around her. At the foot of the folding bed sat a third man. Tall, heavyset and bearded, he was leaning back on a chair with his eyes closed.“Batgirl to Gotham City Police,” she whispered into a small powerful radio she had removed from her utility belt as she retraced her steps back up the alley. “Batgirl to Gotham City Police.”On her third try, one of the Police Dispatchers came on the. Sasha wiped her chin and giggled as I went and sat in my chair, and we began working.At around 1 pm, Helen brought us lunch. Sasha and I ate while staring at each other from across the long table. She bit her lip and squeezed her breast to tease me and I chuckled silently (this woman was being extra naughty right now).I licked my fingers after finishing my meal, and Sasha got up from her seat and headed to the bathroom to wash her hands. Before she entered the bathroom, she looked back at me. He even took me down to the adult bookstore to get them. I had never been to one of 'those' places and was embarrassed to death. I still went in and bravely purchased the items Mark picked out for me.The guy behind the counter leered at me as I paid for my items. I was wearing a tube top and miniskirt, mostly because Mark had dared me to. I found that showing off my body like this was a very liberating experience. Even though the guy behind the counter was a bit... well... fat and not all that.