.. the feeling that something growing hard to support my ass .. the .. it had to be there ... the person behind me had gradually gained a huge erectio.... I was sure ... through the thin dress fabric was not to be mistaken. A stranger stood plastered up behind me and rubbed the hard-on locked in his pants against my ass . Or maybe he thought it was as I rubbed myself against him? Tribulation and movement in the crowd I could not prevent could and he perhaps misunderstood ?I did not quite know. Sometimes they need a really good push to make them dojust what they really want to. I suppose that they are scared of beingembarrassed if they've misread the signals, so having a shaved and nudepussy is about as green-a-light as I can give. But, even though I have aplan and it doesn't happen what does it matter. But as a minimum, I getto dress and feel like a million dollars, but if it does happen like youplanned, then you are always ready!"There was nothing left to say, so we adjourned to. "But stranger things have happened. Remember North Korea. Or for that matter, how things turned out in the Congo."Mark nodded sagely. Things quite often didn't happen the way people expected, however much it sometimes seemed that history was playing itself out in a sort of pre-ordained way. The Anglo-Saxon economies were in disarray. The climate was getting steadily more unstable. And every day more and more things that were once affordable were becoming prohibitively expensive.And that. “I meant you and I, not you and my lovely cousin. But hey, I am an open-minded guy.” I said with a laugh, earning me a glare from both girls.Charlene Summers, Char (Shar) to her friends, was the younger of two daughters. Her sister was a freshman at UCSB and living on campus. Her father was a general contractor and her mother did the bookkeeping for his firm. He did mostly contract homes, with some spec building on the side, and made a comfortable living doing so.She had been born here in Santa.