If she looked down she was sure she’d see stains on the wood, but she only had eyes for the man across the water, which may or may not be the man wh...se instructions she was following. She dug her fingers deeper inside, stifling a moan. Then her mobile pinged.“I should have told you to bring a dildo.”Would she have done it, if he had? The answer was undoubtedly yes. All resistance had vanished. She put the mobile down next to her on the bench to rub her clit while she wriggled two fingers. She felt her hips. A look of embarrassment came over her face. She quickly zipped up the back of her dress. She looked around on the ground. Then got up and when over in the shade and opened her grade book. I was dared to go ask her to come in an swim. Hell, I did it. “Hey, come place water basketball with us!” I said as I walked over. “Oh, sweetie, I would love too my stomach is just feeling weird. I don’t want to get in the water.” The sun was soon at full noon. I remember watching her get up. One was Sarah, a thinly built former Peace Corps volunteer in Kenya who boldly asked me to accompany her to a new museum exhibit in town. The other was Rita, a tall, willowy, large-breasted Native American/Hispanic woman whose penetrating dark-eyed gaze seemed to melt all of my self-conscious defenses. There appeared to be a large population of women on-the-make, who were dying to do much more than meet and merely exchange pleasantries. Then, an informally clad young woman in her mid-twenties. ‘Trust me, it was when I gave it to the officers.’ I said. ‘Then they will be loose in the envelop. If they ain’t, you can put in a claim.’ he suggested. ‘Don’t worry, I brought some extra ones.’ I said that with a smile. I left the police parking lot with the fully loaded .38 concealed in a flounder style holster in the small of my back. No matter what kind of holster I wore it in, inside that nylon parka, it was more or less useless, if it was needed it in a hurry. Still I felt better with it.