Like her daughter, she was small, even in three inch heels the top of her head only came to my chin.Unlike Jenny, Ms. Lane had presence that her daugh...er had not quite developed yet. That presence made her seem bigger than her physical stature would initially indicate. I was reminded of that presence when she said, "Greg, I don't trust you. I trust Jenny. And please call me Kat." Okay Kat. Fair enough."We walked inside Starbucks and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark room after. If you could just hold it at the correct angle and slide it between your thighs from behind, maybe you could rub the short edge against your itching vagina. A great idea but, unfortunately, you cannot grip tightly enough to apply sufficient pressure. If anything you have made it worse. You press your thighs together as if trying to prevent yourself from peeing. But this does no good either. Just as you think you can take no more, you hear the door open. At last, your master. At least you assume. She would glance to her left at Greg and Melissa and then toward me in the front.When we hit the house, Carrie was to the point."Where are we sleeping?" she asked. "It's after 1 a.m. and I'm beat. I've been awake since 5 a.m. So point me in a direction." Are we all staying here?" I asked. "I have one extra room and a couch. Unless we share, someone gets the floor. Melissa, you're not driving. I saw how many beers you drank." I get the spare room," Carrie said. "I don't care who sleeps with me. It was in a smarter part of town and had modern and smart architecture. Daniel smiled and waved Lisa through the door in a gentlemanly way. Lisa grinned widely as she slowly started to climb the steep staircase, widening her stride. Daniel stayed at the bottom of the staircase and glanced up as Lisa climbed higher. The slit at the back of Lisa’s short red skirt gaped and her luscious sculptured legs came more and more into view. Daniel could see the wide lacy bands and the bare flesh above.