Finishing her toilet, Kim went to her linen closet and opened a brand-new set of sheets. They were candy-striped red and white. After changing the dou...le bed, she ran the back of her hand lightly over the crisp percale, loving the feeling. What in the world am I thinking about? she wondered. Why in hell am I doing such a dumb thing now? Did I blow out my mind at that stupid picnic?Slipping on a white terry robe, she let it hang open and went out to her living room. Already it was 10:30, but for. This had been a bone of contention between him and his ex girlfriend. The girl slid down the zipper of her latex dress to expose more of her plunging cleavage. She looked at Peter. “You’re drooling boy,” she smiled. He shook his head. “Yes. I’m sorry,” he smiled nervously as the girl took another pace forward, and he backed into the hall. His front door slammed, though the girl never touched it. “Who...who are you?” Peter stammered. “I’m Trixy,” the girl answered. “Nurse Trixy to you.” She. She had climbed in the back, helping me slide in between her legs, laying back against her soft pillowy breasts.The warm water, her hands gently moving up and down my arms, across my shoulders, kissing me on the neck, “I’m so sorry honey that I hadn’t told you about Janet and I, I hope you are ok now” Closing my eyes, “I’m sorry I slipped in to spy on you, I should have said something, but what you were doing is something I have thought about and well when it was possible to watch and not be. He snorted a quick laugh. "You have the advantage of me, madam," he said. "I don't—" Amanda Meiersdottir, Colonel," she interrupted. "Sociologist." Ah," he said with a slight bow. "Sociologist extraordinaire, I believe." Sociologist," she said firmly, but returned a mock curtsy. "I followed you to see if I might buy you a drink." By which you mean, to resume our brief discourse early in the session and interrogate me for further information," he said."That would be a topic of conversation," she.