" "Take it off" I pulled the shirt over my head and as I did, I felt her approach me. "Do you really think about me when you're jacking off." "Sometim...s," I admitted. "Have you ever thought about kissing me?" Before I had a chance to answer, her arms went around my neck and I felt her soft lips on mine. Our mouths opened and we stood kissing in the pitch-blackness. She was standing on tiptoes to reach my mouth and one hand crept down and grasped my hard member We kissed for a minute or so while. Those last fewfeet would be the most difficult. The solution she came up was surprising simple. Leaning against the truck,he saw her take a step back, to the gravel shoulder, make a quarter turn, andbegin walking straight ahead. She passed by him on the other side of the truck,missing her mark by no more than two feet. When she reached the far end ofthe pavement she stopped, turned around, and started across at another angle.This time she was further away. On the fifth leg of her search pattern. Before our entrees came, Jim managed to spill his drink. The waiter cleaned it quickly, but could not get it out of his bench seat cushion. He moved over to my side of the table and I gave it no thought.Jim draped his long cashmere dress coat over his lap and said little as he sat beside us. I noticed he never put his left hand on the table, always kept it in his lap. After about five or so minutes, I felt the touch of the back of his hand against my knee, it was a casual brush and I thought. I can't see spending five or six hundred dollars on it when this one will do everything I want. I can't envision ever taking one picture and making fifteen overlaying shots of it on a page but Photoshop makes a big deal about being able to that."I unpacked the coffee maker and rinsed it out while Jack was downloading and installing the Google program. I called downstairs and told Mom she could send Laurie up whenever she was ready."Did you ever get a watermark program?" No. I guess I should do.