‘Wearing the right clothes helps me to imagine my way into the story.’ ‘So it’s a fairly sexy sort of story, is it?’ I surmised. ‘Not exac...ly your Oliver Twist, or David Copperfield, style of Victorian saga.’ ‘Well, it’s what we in the business term a bodice-ripper,’ Vanessa explained. ‘Hence the bodice,’ I replied. ‘Exactly, hence the bodice. But I must admit,’ she confided, ‘I have to exercise a certain amount of self-censorship when I write. My delicate lady readers prefer for me to gloss. You position yourself behind me and I feel your hard tip at my entrance. I moan and try to nudge myself backward to make you enter me, but your grip on my hips stops me. I growl my frustration and I hear your soft laugh; the laugh that all men can do when they know they’re teasing a woman but won’t satisfy her yet. It’s purely masculine and makes me growl a bit more, but you make it turn into a moan as you finally, slowly, inch-by-inch insert yourself into me, stopping at the very end of. ." answered Jayright before Mike asked with a bit of slurring of his words due to mildintoxication:"What's this about Doon..Don?...Tuck said something about a potty..partycrasher or something?" She...I meant HE..is over by the shed" interjected a short and somewhatchubby blond who suddenly stepped out from behind Donnie."Hola Mari!...where's Jean, I meant Jen?"Mari just frowned, turned sharply on her heals, and called back over hershoulder while briskly moving out, "Come on...I'll point him out. You could relax and lean back while cruising. The full windscreen would un-pin and store behind the seat. Two oval chromed tubes ran from the upper-back corners of the cab to forward points cradling the engine. This would allow for top mount points for the windshield and give it a decent roll cage.The whole thing would be painted charcoal gray except for the bright brass radiator in front. We agreed on west-coast mirrors to see around the trailer, a single wiper and side pipes. A short shifter.