" Karen replied. She turned to me saying, "Do you knowwhat your wife wants?" No, but I agreed to go along with anything she wanted as part of thebet."...I responded."Chris wants to be mean with this but I think we need to be a bitconservative. Which do you want?"I replied that I didn't want to get involved because I had promised notto influence the outcome. The whole time I was hoping that Chris wouldtake charge.Karen and Chris went off to the other side of the kiosk. There was abrief argument. He begins to say something but cannot because she has already pressed her mouth thickly to his, found his tongue with her own … There’s that great, slick, feverish rush of undivided tactile attention; she senses herself needing to feel more skin and so pulls at the buttons of his shirt, releasing two—just enough for her to get her hands inside and press them flat against his chest, run them up and then over his shoulders. It’s gotten much darker suddenly, the rain increasing, pinging musically. Theblack t-shirt seemed new; the material was soft. I climbed into theoverall shorts and closed the side buttons and fastened the straps to thebib. They had a flower stitched onto the bib's large front pocket andlittle flowers stitched near the waist pockets. There were two pairs ofshoes in his bag, both simple white canvas shoes, one ladies' size six,the other eight. The smaller ones fit me better."Okay, let's be off," I said.He laughed a little when he turned around."You look kind of cute,. “I’ve never even felt a hair growing on my legs.” “Really?” I asked inquisitively as I ran my hand up and down his leg. “I noticed earlier how smooth and silky your skin was; I just figured you used something to remove the hair.” “Nope all natural,” he laughed then looked over to me. “Does it bother you that I don’t have much hair?” “No quite the contrary,” I laughed. “When I first saw you naked earlier, I was like awed at how sexy you looked without any hair except for this little patch of.