I huddled up close to him, breathing a sigh of relief when he reached for an overhead support because he couldn’t get a seat. That would’ve been g...me over as far as I was concerned – night-night, nurse! But my luck was in. Mind you, he did honk a bit, kind of mothballs and a rotting smell. Still, I wouldn’t have to poke up with it for long because I’d planned to get off at Holborn. We stopped at Covent Garden and I knew there wouldn’t be many getting off there. It was far too early for the. The interior light was on. The passenger had now closed her eyes again. I snuck a crafty look at this enticing creature, stretched out across the back seat.She wore black suede high-heels and black fishnet thigh-highs. Her emerald green satin pleated mini-skirt had ridden up, revealing a wonderous strip of naked thigh and the tantalising sight of a pair of tiny black lace panties, with green bows on the corners. Her top was a trim, black lace-edged jacket, casually pulled aside to reveal no. A post-it on the screen instructing me not totouch the computer.On the bed was another of, what was fast becoming the norm, one ofMarie's notes.More instructions:> Put on the panties that are by the note, these were obviously a pairrecently worn by Marie; they still had in a panty liner which was warmand damp. As I pulled these up my hair free legs, it was as if a seriesof electric shocks flashed through me.> Lay on your back on the bed, feet on the pillows, and my head at thebottom of the bed. " Emma blushed slightly as she always did when complimented. "You look very lovely yourself, Christine. And it's so good to see you, how have you been? It feels like High School was ages ago." "It certainly feels like ages, Emma. I've been wonderful. I'm so happy you've moved here, I missed my best friend. Don't you remember all those sleepovers we used to have? It seems like we'd talked about just everything." Emma's blush spread to her ears and neck, and she looked about her hastily. She.