"Do you wish to continue sweetie?" Pausing I realize he is offering me a way out. I don't have to do this, I can leave now. Shaking my head and using ...umor as my crutch. I say "no, I've just never had a one night stand, so go big or go home right! Pun intended. I want to do this I'm just a little nervous." Smiling he grabs my hands and asks "would you like me to bring you something for your nerves?" "Do you have any Patron?"Releasing my hands he begins to walk away "one shot of Patron coming. Bree was probably 125 and tall for a girl at 5 10 or 11. Lee was just as tall but Pete would guess she was probably 15 pounds lighter. Amy was just about as tall, around 5 9, but much skinnier, weighing right at 100 pounds. Her breasts were a major disappointment to her being a large A or small B depending on the bra. Her hair was more light brunette and she kept it cut short. Amy was popular and a star basketball player. Her grades were good and she was on the way to a scholarship for college.. So having another good guitarist, who can sing, that will fill a gap. If you need a lift there, or home again, get David to ask me, it’s not a problem.”“Wow! That would be way cool. What time should I get there, and do I need to bring anything?”“We normally kick things off with a barbeque lunch, around noon, just bring yourself and your guitar.”“David? Are you in there?” Michelle called out from the main office. “Graham Hellestrand wants to talk with you about the proposed programming subject. Maybe this blouse will cover me up. How about I just follow my pants to the ground here and put the skirt next to it and try to just hope over so he can't see anything below the waist? Okay, I'll try... Fuck. This is more difficult than I thought. Okay.... pull up the skirt quick. Get it up and get it buttoned. This stuff fits better than it should. Did he know my size? Whose clothes are they? Laura's? His sister's? His mom's? This is just wrong. What the hell am I doing here? What is that he's.