‘Oz, wake up sweetie,’ she murmured, leaning down to shake him while glancing at the clock. ‘Mummm…’ he half moaned, twitching open deep go...den-brown eyes. ‘Babe, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work in,’ she glanced at the clock, which read 6:43, ‘like seventeen minutes?’ She asked softy, petting down his ruffled black hair as he yawned. ‘Nope, day off. Came to see you and-‘ another yawn erupted, ‘-fell asleep.’ Here he paused and frowned at her. ‘Did you just get. 'Teasing' and 'Jail Bait' were rife labels describing me when I as a girl, I wore them with pride, and at their fullest when I was let loose to enact my little fantasies, usually out of public sight, such as the rolled up skirt in the confines of my communal close, leading to our apartments. I am sure Mr Jackson could attest to that, but that was our little game and we both knew it.In my younger years spontaneity played a bigger part as my sexual learning curve was gleaned from Pornography. I didnt even realize how late it was. The sun was starting to set which means we missed lunch. Roger and them had to have missed lunch also. They took their jolly time whenever they went to town. My thoughts drifted back to Elyse. I loved to stare at her ass in the pants she wore that morning. She tried to cover her little mouth cut with a bit of makeup but she was so bad at it that we all saw it. I was surprised no one had asked me about it on this trip. It was probably for the best though,. " He did more than that, I'd say." Kaitlin looked closely at thediscoloration. She stepped over to Trisha and touched the shorterwoman's breast about three inches above the bruise. "Your necklineonly came down to here. You must have -- oh, Trisha, you-you didn'ttake your dress off, did you?" No, it was too cool to do that." She blushed. "I-I just unbuttonedit." Should she tell what else had happened, what she and Rhys haddone? "D-down to my waist... almost." Whatever possessed you to do.