"As I cross the courtyard, I hold the envelope up to the sun, but all I can make out is blurry handwriting. I find Mrs. Charles sitting at her desk in...the small health office where she passes out band-aids and counsels students about the evils of STDs. She is a small, pale woman with mousy brown hair screwed up in a bun that always looks like it's about to unravel. She is married to a big-deal doctor and doesn't need to work, but hasn't anything else to do."Good morning, Kistin, what brings you. Big Tits, is my favorite. She is a lady, I would guess in her forties, with a nice torso, but very slim hips and legs. But, man, those tits are huge. Makes we drool.The walking trail goes around athletic fields including a fenced baseball complex and numerous soccer fields, and then through a wooded area that includes a disc golf course. The entire loop is about a mile and a half. I normally make two loops or about three miles.From the parking lot, you have your choice of going directly into. I never have and I never will, I declared to myself. I'm onlydressed like this became Shikomi wanted me to, and she locked me in."Well, let's get back to our house before your mom gets home," Shikomisaid to me. "Taylor, come and hang out there for a while." Sounds good to me," Taylor replied.Yes! Finally I was going to be getting back into my own clothes!We were driving back towards mine and Shikomi's house, my reliefgrowing with every mile, when our house came into view."Shit!! Mom's home. This is a coiled, curious anticipation.After half an hour of weight-shifting and then (eventually) a little what-do-you-do and ain’t-it-hot talk with the guys around me, our hostess arrives at last. She’s changed from the casual clothes she had on when she greeted us at the front door, ticked our names off the list and sent us through into this part of the house. The brunette is wearing a figure-hugging black dress and heels - much sexier! I assume that hosting duties will prevent her from.