Where I come from, this is not something we see every day. She notices my wandering eyes."You like our uniforms, don't you? We like them too." She smi...es. "But on to business."With the slightest rustlings of her uniform, she gets up and begins to pace slowly. There is more than a hint of enjoyment in her voice as she continues."It seems, my darling, that you are in quite a bit of trouble. Apparently you were sneaking around without identification, trying to pass back north under cover of. I’m wearing my favourite pair of jeans and a white tank top with a black bra underneath. (Of course, you were the one who gave me the permission to wear it like this). You gently pull my shoulders so that I lay back to rest against your chest and kiss my neck lovingly. Then you coyly begin to snake your hand over my breasts and tummy and sneak it down the front of my pants.I gasp at your openness because there are so many people around, but no one seems to be paying attention to us anyway. As. For now, I didn't have the stamina or the patience for that. Needless to say, my cell phone, the phone book, and various "take out" food joints became my primary staple as far as meals went. And with that of course, the ever-growing mess of discarded cartons, pizza boxes, empty sacks and the like that had begun to clutter up my world. I couldn't even take the fucking garbage out. Funny how the small things become monumental when you're still trying to learn how to pee while standing there on. They are much too big for your current bed - you bought themto go with the big four-poster double bed being delivered tomorrow - butyou still want to see how they look.They're absolutely gorgeous!You're beaming, on all fours on your bed, thick satin sheets bunched uparound you, when Larry walks in.You turn and look over your shoulder at him and smile. He blushes andstares fixedly at what you are pushing up at him. You are suddenly hit bya sense of what a nice man Larry is. Your smile broadens.