‘Let’s see what you have under that skirt sweetie. Hold it up for me to see.’ ‘Yes, Miss Anne,’ replied Kerri. She did not even know why she...said ‘Miss Anne.’ It just seemed to be the right thing to say. Kerri partially unzipped the side of the denim skirt and then pulled the bottom hem up over her waist and held it there. Anne’s eyes fell onto a pair of silk thong panties. Kerri’s arousal seemed to grow just at the thought of Anne staring at her panties. ‘How nice, they match you’re bra.’ Anne. None of the young ones where out tonight so he thought at least it beats going home and having to knock out one on his own a wank isn't same as the real thing. Looking around he spotted one or two that took his fancy, having been blown out couple times already with the ones in other clubs he was a little cautious as rejection always hurt.Then he spotted her. A nice looker pretty average really but had a attraction so he thought he chance his luck here. She was dancing with a group of her. "What this say on the outside. I habn' seen this kind'a script writin' that much." It's t'you 'care of J. Martz.' That's what it says. Go on." I think it's from Elizabeth. Is this 'er name, right here?" Matt pointed to the signature, feeling both excitement and concern."Yep," said MacCorm, glancing at the letter and swallowing a smile."I didn' know she could write. When I met 'er on that ship, she could read some Bible verses, said she could write 'er name." Matthew tried to picture the lean. The DJ announced that it is time and we all stood up, clapped and cheered as they walked in and took their seats at their table. The music blared from the hidden speakers and the dance floor was open.People ran out of their seats, grabbing a partner, to dance or greet friends. I looked around the room, trying to avoid looking at Ashley. “Joe!” I turned around and saw Paul, a mutual friend of Greg who I met during an audition.“Hey, Paul. How are you?”“Oh I'm ok. Same old, same old. How have you.