The county fair was now legend, all over but the shouting. Post realization washed the starch out of my memories. It was soon forgotten by me in lieu ...f never wanting to be that public again.For some time afterwards cars would drive by the dairy, slowly, gawking, searching, some pulling into the parking area and stopping for a bit. They never saw anything and the nymphs had affected something to erase portions of event memory in general, perhaps, to preclude their getting in trouble with their. "A fuzz ball or something." I looked but couldn't see it. "It's on your left breast... toward the bottom." I looked again, but still couldn't find it. I was trying to avoid touching my boobs too roughly. "Here" he said, as he was now close enough to point to the spot directly."Can you get it?" as the words left my mouth, I was in shock that they had come from me. I wanted to pull them back, and at the same time I wanted so badly to be touched by someone. Anyone. I was aware of the students but. Her friend had crossed her arms over her chest. “You have absolutely no excuses, Mr. Jennings, for being tardy.” “I’m not one of your students, Sam, I had things to do this morning. If your loving husband hasn’t already told you that.” “He’s not my husband yet, but that’s beside the point. I’m still mad at you for how you just left that poor girl at the bar the other night.” Hadley’s eyes had gone back and forth between the two. She knew Samantha well enough that she was giving this man a run. ” he stammered and gazed down to her legs and lace, “But she, ah - might want to fix her skirt there. Damn, woman, you’re getting me all worked up!”My wife made no move to cover herself, but smiled and continued to work her hand in circles on his stomach, taking her time. She even spread her knees apart, recklessly revealing more. She was soon dipping her hand just slightly into his belt-line as she orbited his belly-button. “Well Boyd, we can’t have you all ‘worked up’ while Gloria’s away, now.