The lights went out and I quickly worked my right hand under her coat and between her legs. I was trying not to be obvious but the angles are pretty t...ugh to work when you’re side by side. I was trying to unbutton her jeans. She was discomforted by the public display and I could feel her withdrawing. I decided to just whisper the instruction in her ear and surprisingly, she complied. I felt her nervousness as I worked my fingers in to her knickers. She had to adjust her sitting position to give. "Is that all she is, is she just a friend?"Argent sat down, and thought for a moment. "We get along together really well. She makes me feel... well she makes me feel special." And you are," Luisa told him. "You are a very special person. Each night you go out and try to help people, you make a difference in their lives... as you did in Rosa's and ours as well."Argent grinned. "And just where is Rosa tonight?" She is out on a date," Luisa informed him."Oh? And who is the lucky young man?" One. Im on holiday.* you mumble. *No husband?* Shaking your head: *Ive got a boyfriend but were not getting on too great.* Maria stops and looks at you/ lips curling into a sneer. *Men are no good. You dont need a man Rachel. They are shits. BIG SHITS.* She spits this out with the bitterness of too much experience. *Do you have a husband?* you ask. The question seems somehow comical once the words have left your mouth. You cough/ feeling strangely uncomfortable. Something about the way Maria is. It was one of those God awful days when humidity and temperature creeped towards 100%. I was comfortable inside with a Hawaiian style print shirt and jean shorts. Occasionally I would see Candi pass close by and watch as she drove by on what is called a zero turn mower that has two levers to steer with instead of a wheel. The way she bounced over bumps in the yard gave her shirt a little motion that was rather curious after not being able to get out and about for a while.Sweat dripped here and.