You'd think that if a girl was going to go without a raincoat, she'd do it with her boyfriend, instead of a stranger, or at least a guy who she wasn't...interested in having a long term relationship with. But girls are trained to demand a condom (it really is a good idea) and the only thing most of the intelligent ones have ever felt inside them is latex. Of course they hear stories about how good it feels to experience the real deal ... but they don't want to let their boyfriend do that ... but. Leading him over to the bed to sit as she stood in front of him as she smiled at him with a schoolgirl like giggle as she wrapped her hands around her and lifted up her sweater over her head revealing her bra enclosed full bosom as she leaned in towards him as the scent from her perfume filled his nostrils. Gripped the clasp on the front of her Capri slacks and unclasped them as slowly she pulled down the zipper as she eased her slacks down her thighs to her ankles kicking them off she stood. And how worthless. She needed someone strong and confident.Erin smiled at him anyway. "Shirley temple. Driving tonight." Oh? Where're your friends?" The bartender stepped up and just looked at them. "Three Coors Lights and a shirley temple." $7.50." The guy put down a $20.He turned back. "Jay, by the way." Sandy. No friends." Erin took the drink. "Thanks!" She turned and walked further into the crowd. Drivers drank free, and the bartender hadn't charged for the wussy drink. It even had those. "The woman who ... you think about when we paint?" She was looking at him through lowered lashes."Yes." he answered."I think I'd like to hear that poem. Would you read it to me?" She sounded uncertain, her voice husky."Yes." His voice was firm."Well then ... bring it with you." She turned and went on.Robby already had it in the pocket of his robe. He followed her.When he got to the studio she was already behind the easel, looking at the painting. He dropped his robe and went to stand by the.