"Sorry, Mary, you better go soak your shirt." Go into the bathroom and take off your clothes," said Mom. "I want to see how badly you're injured." I c...n take care of it myself," I said."I want to take a look at you." Please, Mom, let me do it. It's embarrassing." I've seen your bare ass a million times since you were born." Please." Have it your way, you little shit." She headed for the laundry room. "Wait a second." She came back carrying an armful of clean rags. "Put these down so you don't. Abigail was also in a similar situation and began to write back and forth. We discussed our likes and dislikes and then agreed one day to meet. Abigail and I had finally made arrangements to meet for an outing. The day finally arrived and I was so excited. I got into the shower and began to soap my body. Oh! How excited I was, nipples already at their peaks, tweaking them sent shivers down to my clit. I continued to soap my body continuing to finger myself and then ran a soapy hand. As he brought each piece of equipment in and placed it on a shelf, he signed it in on a clipboard that hung just inside the closet. After everything was brought in, Charlie locked the green door and brought one of the cameras into the editing bay. He hooked it up to the main computer and started downloading the footage. It was the varsity girl's basketball game, and he had set up three cameras on tripods and carried a fourth. Not a significant basketball game, the team had lost by twenty-two. The object of their mutual obsession was Joan Collins as the bitchy, ambitious, serially-married Alexis Morrell Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan.“Not ‘bitchy’,” D’Arcy huffed indignantly at my suggestion. “She is strong, assertive, sure of herself, what she wants and where she is going in life. She loves her men, but on her own terms and won’t tolerate them taking her for granted.”Such had been the depth of her devotion, my girlfriend’s mother had named her daughter D’Arcy Alexis. That their.