The shirt got stuck momentarily as it went over her elbows and o got to witness a brief but awesome bounce from side profile. Then she was gone from ...iew. I was gutted but overwhelmed with my luck. Imagine the odds of a)her removing her top at exactly that moment and b) the binoculars being at the correct focus.Normally there are indicators like movement in a window and during the moments of excitement I fluster around getting the focus right ( I have missed so many good views due to having. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. Dave went to the bedroom to change out of his wet shorts. Carol removed her robe and I saw her from behind. Wow what a nice figure and ass. I took my robe off too and she invited me to have a drink. Dave came back just wearing boxer shorts. Carol sat on the couch and patted the couch for me to join her. It was a small couch so we were close. She put her hand on my bare knee saying " you are so sexy I am glad we found each other." Before I could return the compliment she leaned in and kissed me. After partaking of that visual feast of delightful femininity, I finally stepped inside the cool air-conditioned entrance. Lazily I made my way over to the deli counter to make my purchase."A half pound of Scrimp Salad, please." Anything else?" the Deli clerk said, like he was doing me a favor. "That's it?" Yeah, that's it!" I said, getting a little annoyed at his mocking tone of voice. (It's not my fault folks—the guy was hostile!)"If I was ordering something at twelve bucks a pound I couldn't.