When Paul finished oiling Annette’s stomach, shesensed that he was still uncertain just how far hewould be allowed to go. She reached up her arm..., wrapped them around his neckand drew him towards her for a long, sensuous kiss. Asthey broke away, Annette looked in his eyes andwordlessly raised her behind off the cushion, signalinghim to remove the last of her bikini. As the bottomsslid past her thighs, I could sense the anticipation inthe air.I am quite certain that no disappointment was. I wasn’t just ‘the courier’ anymore; I was suddenly Bobbie. It made me feel pretty good.Like the others I worked with and interacted with; we now had something in common. That was sweet. I didn’t end my run until (most days) seven pm. It was my birthday and Jack wanted to pick me up at work and take me to a little place in Pittsburgh (right across the river) for drinks and dinner. Since I didn’t have time to go home and change; I hung a dress in the truck. It was just a slip-over in a nice. Her eyes opened. “Oh, Mr. Jones!” She giggled. “Is this a dream?”“No, a nightmare maybe,” he said. This time he was just looking at her, not stroking anything.She raised her head briefly. “You’re naked! And I am too!” She turned away from Carl, shielding her breast with her arm, drawing her knees up. “Why do I feel so funny?”“Just some happy medicine. Hey, Charlotte says you say terrible things about me with the other girls.”“Oh ... Oh, that!” she said, turning her head back over her shoulder.. We were standing no more than two hundred feet from a shoreline that included a small beach that appeared to be made of sand. The water was lapping against the shore in the quiet morning.There was a clear path leading from our door down to the shoreline. I looked at the stone and rocks between us and the water. It took a few careful glances, but I finally found a flood line about twenty feet below our feet and close to sixty feet away from our door.“Mark?” Erica asked as I walked to the north,.