Maybe, we should try to carry the fight to the galoots in the trees. What do you think of us ducking out of the caboose and making for the trees on th... north side of the tracks. It looks to me like there aren't as many men on that side. If we can clean out that side first, the south side might break and run." Looks good ta me. Ya wanna lead, or do ya want me to?" Let's go out together. You cut to the right of the platform and I'll go left. We can jump to the ground at the same time and run for. ‘Looks like everybody beat me here. Am I the last one?’ Again, he nodded. Marty surveyed the crowd. There were about thirty people there, some strangers to her — people who worked at the institution but who she never saw because they were stationed in far distant buildings. She was happy to see the ratio of men to women was about one to one. She had no idea how many of them might be married and she wondered if the wives and husbands knew their partners were at the party. Many were half loaded. I assumed it. My legs stretched out on the carpet with my heels firmly embedded in it; my face resting on a velvet cushion on the seat and my bum tilted up across the leather roll of the arm. My skirt had of course ridden up my thighs a little and I eased it up further by spreading my legs as far apart as possible. I was still quietly adjusting my position and getting quite excited at the thought of what he would be able to see of the backs of my nylon clad legs and presumably my ‘visible panty. Greg took me shopping the other day to get me some new clothes. I guesshis family is super rich, and he knew that I was not able to fit intoanything. We went to this one shop in the mall and I got the best pair ofjeans I have ever had. Only when I was paying for them did I realize thatthey were for girls, but they fit me so well I got them anyway.We also went by the Lingerie shop to pick up some new bras. I'll tell youwhat, this routine we are doing is not really shrinking our boobs at all.The.