Instead she'd become rigid all over as she'dwallowed in the joyous satisfaction, as though her entire body had beenimpaled on him.Some semblance of ra...ional thought entered Jo's mind again, chieflyexactly what she was doing. She'd taken some nerdy-looking stranger awayfrom being bullied to his first blowjob, and then had eagerly followedhim to his house where she'd now begun screwing him.On one level she felt like she was taking advantage of the boy who was soclearly out of his depth, and on. Granted, that had been a result of her accident, but she was approaching this with the same casual abandon that was there with everything else we ever discussed.“You don’t have to do anything,” she said. “Just let me sleep with you and be warm.”My brain got going again. This was Sam. We were buds. She didn’t want to have sex. She was just exploring new territory.“How about if we wore underwear?” I suggested.She gave me a stare.“That sort of defeats the point, and anyway, you said we should. Certainly there are rules, rules that pertain to almost everything, but when you live in a city, you realized that most rules are actually guidelines, and can be adjusted to fit a particular situation. The mail carrier was no dummy, but opted to join Jerry at the deli, if for no other reason that to find out which rule needed temporary adjustment.They had an enjoyable lunch. Jerry had introduced himself and given the mail carrier his business card, identifying him as the owner of Harriman's. When she had stripped to her bra and panties Amy shrugged. Sam was wearing a simple white cotton bra and full white cotton panties. Oh well, no one is going to see your bra and panties anyway. I'll make sure of that. No one is even going to touch my Sam, she thought.She gave Sam the skirt they had compromised on to put on. The print skirt was hemmed to fall just below the knees and pleated. Sam took her top off the hanger and pulled it over her head. It was dark blue, came to just below her.