Ilse moaned. The finger started working in and out of her, and then was joined by another finger. And then his thumb found her clit and Ilse was moani...g and panting."Fuck me," she whispered.He must not have heard, but his fingers continued to work their magic."Fuck me," she whispered again, more desperate and closer to his ear."Fuck me!" she screamed and pulled herself away from his hands to face the mirror and the boys in towels.Ilse leaned over the short wall separating the showers from the. She liked to wear her long brown hair up when at work. She thought it made her look more sophisticated. She applied a liberal amount of aftersun to her body, then walked into her dressing room to choose her outfit for the day.She stood pondering, feeling a little bit exasperated at the amount of clothes that were hanging there. Not to mention the countless pairs of shoes and matching handbags. Paris liked to shop, boy did she enjoy a spending spree. She chose one of her many white long sleeved. "We got them from Sky Catchers." I've never shopped there," Patty said. "The stuff in their windows looks weird." I'll say," I agreed. "They sell safari helmets, World War One fighter ace helmets, and everything." Sounds as if it would be useful if you were going on safari--or perhaps helping Snoopy shoot down the Red Baron, huh?"I smiled.Kristen got up to use the ladies' room.When Kristen left, Patty looked at me seriously. "So, what's really up?" What do you mean?" Something happened in the. Frank grabbed Marie and kissed her deeply.It wasn't a congratulations kiss; it was a soul kiss in front of a crowd of applauding onlookers."Marie Ormond and Frank Kruchten. Hell, they're practically married already. I know. Don't they make a sweet couple," ran through his head as he turned and headed out the door and out into the night. He managed to hold his sobs until he was safely back in his rental car.He sat there for a minute until his eyes quit watering. "Fuck her then. She wants him she.