She just smiled and said, "It's nothing dear, but don't do it when my husband is around."I couldn't believe I had just shown her my pussy. And when I ...ooked at Patrick, I noticed that he was looking somewhat shocked about what just had happened."Well, I'd better go to the store and let you two alone for a moment," Trudy said. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" If it isn't a problem, sure. Thank you," I said. It sure would be better than going home and to have to cook for myself."Oh, it's no. "I listen to her teasing but I like her. "The nuns told you your hair hadto be cut short like all the other boys or they were going to treat youlike a girl and give you a girl's school uniform."Looking at Alice as I forgot all about the punishment for not gettingall my hair cut off like the other boys. My hair is about an inch belowthe bottom of ears and way over my collar in the back and my bangs hangin my face past my nose when there brushed straight down."Alice I forgot to tell my parents. The driver of bus 357 was a no nonsense guy named Gus. He was large white man who looked like he could have made a good living as a hitman for the syndicate, and one look from him kept anyone thinking of hijinks in line. A skinny black kid seemed to have his head on a swivel as he watched anyone and everyone board and take their seats on the clean well-worn bus. It was three quarters full. The clientele were mostly black and Latino, but there were also several Asians, a few Middle Eastern. Always, he thought, always flawless. As she walked toward the elevator, Brian spun into action. He took off for the stairs, climbing quickly, and waited just around the corner from her door. His heart was beating so fast and loud that he was sure Geneveve would hear him. Too consumed by her paperwork, musing over it, she took out her card and... whoa. All of a sudden, Geneveve no longer had paperwork in her hands of any kind, as she was pressed against the door, Brian standing behind her with.