A few more bells and whistles than what my older one had, but I wasn't complaining.I then called Alan to see if I could gather up my weapons and paper... from my old truck, and I would stash them at Carin's until I could get my new hiding places made for the truck. Alan was out of the office, but he said he would let someone know I was coming by for the items. I asked where the old truck was as I wanted to make sure I had everything. I still needed my house and other keys from my key ring. I got. Within seconds she had her tank top back on and was checking in the make-up mirror behind me to ensure she was presentable. She pushed me into my chair, forcing my sketchpad down onto my lap; “Don’t move! I’ve got this!”Naomi crossed to the door and gingerly unlocked it, trying to keep the bolt quiet. Then she slowly swung open the door, keeping most of her body shielded out of sight behind it. Outside, in the hall, stood Jean, smiling. She looked from Naomi’s flushed face to mine, enquiry in. He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked him over, I noticed that he was young, well built, with perky pecs and hard nipples from the cold, dripping wet T-shirt, he had a nice bulge in those tight wet jeans. As we drove off, he commented on me being shirtless and said that he felt really uncomfortable in his wet clothes, did I mind if he took off the wet T-shirt like I had done! Of course I said "Go ahead! He pulled off his tight wet T and I noticed that his chest was. Danger. An uncertain outcome." I admit, I wanted an adventure with a man, but I didn't necessarily want to get naked or fucked. That's why I suggested our TA, Tom. He was older. I thought we could trust him."Then let's play War," Rachel offered.Tom scoffed. "That's a kids game." Strip War," Rachel retorted.Now he was curious. "How would that work?" he asked. "I thought only two people play."TOMAs I waited for an answer, I watched Rachel cross her legs. Her jeans were tight, hugging her hips,.