Well, whatever the hell "this" is. Thenoise bleeding out of my brother's headphones made me fairly sure that hewouldn't be able to hear much of anyth...ng I would have said, and based onour short encounter in my room it seemed like we had the type ofrelationship where she'd drop over to see what was wrong with me.I looked at her and said the only thing I could at the moment, "Feel freeto plug in your phone if you want to listen to something." As I turnedback to focus on the road, I could see. She pulled out a pair of pantyhose and bra and said “do you know how to put these on?” Of course I did, but trying to acted innocent I said “no”. she fronded and laid them on the bed then she reached back behind her and unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was standing there in a sheer bra and panties I couldn’t believe my eyes, I could see everything , and said “now pay attention”, and showed my how to roll one leg of the pantyhose up and pull then on her leg, then the other,. Dirk was familiar with Kara’s motivations and had expected that the shirt or the bikini top, one or the other, would have been gone by now. Kara, however, was still dressed as she had been when she went out. “You sure weren’t gone long. Trouble with the mower?” he asked, setting his newspaper aside. “No, no trouble, just too nervous to have any fun.” “Nervous? Why nervous?” “It’s that thing with Grayson. Every time a car came by I was afraid to even look up, afraid it might be one of his. I never even sang in the shower, let alone what just happened in St. Louis. This stuff is Ashley’s doing, and was never a fantasy of mine – not even when Road Trip became so popular. I liked the character Jim Mellon in Cricket’s book, but I never identified with him.”“Will you ride this wave for a while?”Dave shrugged, “It is kind of fun. I’ve always liked country music, but being a star in the genre just doesn’t seem like me. If I become one, and Ashley is dragging me in that direction, I plan.