I tried to pick up some nylonstockings but there was a toad under them so I let be."I think that will do for now," she said with a twinkle and we walk...dout onto the street where her car was still sitting. The tiny copper hutmocked my rational mind. "What is that place?" I asked, "and could I gothere alone?" "You wouldn't find it," she answered. "Someday when you'remuch older you'll find it by yourself, but it won't be just girl-stuffyou'll be after." And that was all she'd tell me.When we got. No leering, no Requests, no insults. There were pockets of activity around some of the other Participants, especially some of the "late starters". And that activity was clearly sexual, and clearly voluntary.How could something make me feel so good but so bad at the same time?When we got to the office, I was given an envelope with a jewel case and some papers in it. It was the video from HHS and the releases. Emily made a comment about wanting to be there when my parents watched it. I grumbled. And besides, he had to get used to riding these contraptions eventually, didn't he?They were virtually forced through the doors by the stream of scantily clad, trashy-talking Martians and then the crowd thinned out as people headed off to different parts of the car. There was a center aisle that was about four feet wide that ran the length of the car and rows of double seats on both sides, everywhere except where the doors were. Each set of seats had a window next to it that consisted of glass. My hand brushed against her thigh, and despite having long pajamas on, I could feel a firm muscle and a smooth leg underneath. I immediately felt both embarrassed and enticed. In response, I could feel her shift a little, and rest her hand on my own leg. Within minutes I could feel her hand running slightly up and down the top of my thigh.The conversation, as it often had between us, turned into more of a sexual nature. She began to speak about the scantily clad woman on the television and.