The service was impeccable. As soon as I walked in the door and confirmed who I was there was a rush of busboys to carry our bags; one for each of us....n the room they demonstrated how the TV, internet and everything else worked. Then they went over how to order from room service and an explanation of the menu items.A very long hot shower and Vicky and I were out to meet the men in the restaurant for a late supper. I just did not want room service tonight. I guess that I was feeling a lot. "Hi Jack, or is this Jackie?" "Well, Nikki, uh...due to circumstances which I love controlling, it's Jackie 'cause nobody is home but Mom and Dad are getting awfully antsie to know what is going on with me." "I can't wait to see you Jackie. How is 'girl 101' coming along?" "Oh, wonderful hon, just grand. We're having a blast." I can set my own hair now and my nails are just right, if you know what I mean, and I've had my ears pierced and keep studs in all the time. My dad is having a. I was not too excited about going because the meetings were long and the drive even longer, but I like my job and it was required. I packed everything into an overnight case, and dressed casually – in a light t-shirt, no bra, shorts and sandals. Usually around the house I go naked, so not wearing a bra felt good. It was a hot day, but having the windows up and air conditioner on full blast made the inside of the car nice and cold. The colder the inside of the car got, the harder my nipples. “We were just talking, sir,” Charles answered while pulling on his pants.“You were just talking? Naked? I don’t think that’s how conversations are conducted. Can I see some ID please?” Charles quickly pulled out his wallet and fished out his driver’s license before reaching across the car to hand it to him. Julia opened the driver’s door and reached in for her purse.“We weren’t doing anything, sir,” Charles offered.“We had a call that some teenagers were having sex out here. You didn’t happen.