“Oh ho, get back in here,” a familiar voice said. With a smile, Selene walked back a few steps to Molly’s cubicle. The blonde was chewing on the...end of a pen with a coy smile on her face.“Yes? Is there something you wish to tell me?” Selene asked, very poorly trying to suppress a grin.“Oh don’t play dumb. You think I couldn’t see you walking bowlegged from a mile away? You’re wincing so much with each step that it’s like you sprained both your ankles. You and Baltoh totally…”“Not here!” Selene. I looked over at her and she had her hands folded on her lap and a big grin on her face."You didn't really think I'd take it off here in the middle of town, did you?" she giggled. Before I could come up with a witty response, she added, "Besides, how would I explain the stain from you shitting your pants?"I chuckled, knowing she had once again, nailed my ass to the proverbial tree. "Well, a guy can dream, can't he?" I quipped as I touched the button to lower the top. As the convertible top. ’ Dinner had been early, and a simple affair. It was embellished only by Snama’s glowing presence in the muted candles between them in soft rose tinted candle holders. A shashlik on boiled, white aromatic rice, kebabs, unleavened bread . . . no wine, though later, some time after dinner, some cognac in exquisitely etched, warmed balloons. Those softly sparkling glasses in hand, he had guided her to the roof. He knew she would be charmed by the view of the already half somnolent city, the. She lay on her back, with her long, black hair tied back in a ponytail, raising her legs off the floor, spreading and closing them, then lowering them to the floor again. Dressed only in a pair of panties, she continued this exercise for some time while thoughts raced through her Head.Her life was going well, now. She'd been living in this apartment, on her own, for one month, and her new job as assistant to the manager had opened new avenues for her. It allowed her to meet many different.