...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in,’ he stuttered, his hands trying to push me away as we floated in the middle of the room, but I hung on...to him. ‘I’m not sorry,’ I said, giving him a smile and rubbing myself even tighter to his body as I gave us a twist so that it appeared as if he was lying on top of me though I didn’t really feel his weight at all but could feel my naked breasts being squashed between us. ‘I rather like the position we’re in,’ I said as I brought my legs up to cross. '' My uncle Dave stammered.''Thank you...Al.'' I replied. ''You know, it feels very strange calling you Al.'' I said quietly. ''Well...what would you rather call me Claire?'' he enquired. ''Oh no...I wasn't meaning I should get to call you anything else, I just mean everyone else is calling you Sultan and I'm calling you Al.'' I scrambled to explain, blushing again. ''You are very cute, when you’re flustered Claire...'' he laughed. My uncle intervened by coughing to let us know he was still. There he tossed the whole thing in the dryer and set the timer. As soon as he heard the familiar hum of it starting up, he turned and exited, still thinking about those two sexy little articles of clothing.When he returned to the living room, he found Leslie sitting on the couch, staring at the TV. She had left plenty of room for him next to her, but considering the way he had been thinking lately, he figured it was better to take a different chair. She glanced up at him as he crossed the room. The laughter from her end of the phone went on for several minutes. "You know there is a story involved," she said."I'm sure there is," I replied."Buy me a beer and I'll entertain you with all the gory details," she informed me."Edsel, Jennifer and I have an understanding. I don't date her employees and she bails my skinny ass out of jail when I need it. It has worked out so far. I would like to keep her bailing my ass out of jail." Okay, so if you are going out to look for trouble, where are.