It looked like scrabble, but a chat client popped up inside it. It was him.“Thank you for installing this little game. It will let me chat with you ...nytime I wish. You should make sure to keep your phone on you at all times.Since you were such a good sport yesterday, I’ll only give you one task for today. You’re going to give the boys a little treat, just for the eyes. Today, you are going to forego wearing a bra of any kind.That is all.Plenty of girls do it, after all, you don’t really need. “If they fit you, I bet they would look great. Let’s see if there is a shirt around here that would go with that.” As the girls wandered through the racks, there were very aware of the cashier’s eyes boring holes into them. Apparently it had been a slow evening, and seeing two gorgeous girls enter his store was the best thing to happen to the poor fellow all day. Ruth-Ann felt it, and at one point walked up to Jennifer with her back to the counter, and did a real obvious “Are you watching him?”. ” I said, putting an arm around her. We remained like that for awhile. It had begun to rain. The house was silent except for the sound of the rain hitting it. “Do you think I’m pretty” she asked curiously, looking up at me. “You’re beautiful,” I replied, not missing a beat. “Really” she asked, after a pause. “If I thought you were unattractive, I’d let you know.” I chuckled. “Why do you ask” I questioned. Miracle seemed to think about this for a moment. “Just wondering…” she shrugged. I. . there are rules.”“I believe those rules went out the window sometime early this morning, Lieutenant Blakely...”Madeleine Johnson, queen of rules and planning, sighed and leaned her left shoulder into the door to the locker room.Then, just like that, her lips were suddenly being crushed, and her body, clad now only in navy lace top stockings and dark navy mesh tanga cut panties, was pushed - pinned? - against the cold tile of the locker room. The bulk of Jeff's familiar yet unfamiliar body.