I shake my head. “No, I got it covered.”“You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?”“It’s been said once or twice.”Guinevere laughs, tu...ning back to stare out of the passenger window, at the woods on her side of the car. After a couple of moments, she asks: “How far is this gas station?”“Just a couple more miles. I figure ten, maybe fifteen minutes.” She lapses back into silence. I start counting softly under my breath.One-Mississippi... two-Mississippi...I get to five-Mississippi before her. The lapels are rounded andhave been embellished with soutache stitching and silk rosettes. Still,the dress is soft and comfortable. I have others that are similar.I have another dress which also is one piece disguised as two, but thisone is different - it is still gingham - navy blue - doesn't have avest. The top is a sort of cape or back-buttoning over-blouse that istrimmed with white crochet daisy trim around the bottom. It hasslightly puffed sleeves and a modest neckline with no collar. . The movements thrust her breasts forward into even greater prominence, and Frank watched the performance intently so as not to miss a single detail. With her blouse unbuttoned, Erica removed it with deliberate slowness and slowly hung it over the back of the chair where she had posed.Her white brassiere and frilly white slip made a vivid contrast with her black skirt, while her soft pink white bare shoulders and arms looked delightfully feminine and appealing. Although his fingers were clasped. "I collected my thoughts, and with every second that passed Erika's expression became priceless. My eyes glanced downwards at the unbutton portion of her blouse and then further down to her smooth silky legs."How would we work something out?" I asked, very cautiously.Erika smiled, her expression softened and she got up, walked over and sat on the coffee table directly in front of me. She leaned forward and said, "I see the way you look at me. I can practically read your thoughts..." What're my.