She looked truly stunning in a skimpy emerald green bikini that accentuated every delicious curve of her body. Her hair was pulled up in a simple pony...ail, but several soft tendrils had fallen out and framed her face perfectly. The light freckles on her fair skin extended down her slender neck, across her chest, and lightly over her trim stomach. Her magnificent breasts were barely contained by the green fabric of her bikini, and even at this distance, I could see the outline of her nipples. If Lauren is annoyed by Jackie’s lack of a greeting, she doesn’t show it. She looks like her normal, confident self, sitting back in her chair with her legs crossed. She moves her eyes slowly from mine over to Jackie’s.“The pitch isn’t in Austin?” she asks.“Nope. She’ll be right here, in our office,” Jackie says and to me, her tone implies that she’s altogether too happy about the turn of events.“Not just her,” I finally say. “The whole deciding team. Her internal PR lead, and a couple of key. She realized that it was she who had changed and not the others. Or maybe she hadn’t actually changed but what had been hidden deeply inside her had now blossomed and the real Emily was showing through.Whatever the reason, it now seemed to Emily that her real world was somewhere else. Back on the campus or even somewhere beyond that. That is, until the first evening she climbed to her hilltop and sat beneath the old maple, looking out over the distant hills and valleys. Here she still seemed at. No one special, and you just have this urge?’ Linda seemed uncomfortable hearing it stated so plainly. She blurted, ‘Wait! I didn’t say you aren’t special!’ Realizing what she’d just said, she tried to backtrack, ‘I was just drying you off! That’s all! You were looking for a towel.’ ‘So it has nothing to do with me. You’re just ‘on the make’ so to speak?’ Linda finally understood and protested, ‘No! I’m not just on the make! I don’t do these things to any woman that comes along. I’m not trying.