The waitress leaves the drinks. She opens her legs just slightly. Her dress rides up her legs.Tom is still just rubbing the tops of her legs but can ...eel the end of her dress. After a minute or so she says dam your dumb. Put you goddam fucking hand between my legs and rub my cunt for me. It needs a massage bad. Are you smart enough to do that or do I have to do it for you. You act like your still 15 and have no idea of what the hell to do. It does not bite. Tom is taken back because. Camille had been the victim of Sandy's bitchiness, and that was what had thrown us together that night. Sandy implored Camille to come to my house to meet her. Camille got caught in a downpour as she walked and was soaked to the skin when she reached my home only to find that Sandy wasn't there.Sandy had no plans to be at my home. She had just been playing with Camille - being a bitch.Camille's tongue tentatively explored my lips, pushing between them looking for my tongue to play with hers. I. Crap! I wouldn't be able to stand up for an hour. That catalog was full of really beautiful girls posing in their underwear."Bri-an," Brenda called from a few feet away. I looked up and could see down a hall of louvered doors where the girls had gone to try things on. One door was open and Brenda was standing in it in a bra and panties. "What do you think of this one? Would you want to see this when you took my blouse off on a date?" My mouth dropped open. It wasn't even that the set was super. What would happen next, wondered Imogen. She had a perfect recollection of the dialogue that was supposed to follow. But the difference was that Imogen herself was present - what effect would this have? Imogen knew that her presence would inevitably change what was to happen - that was the very reason she was sent. But as things changed, she would be able to rely less and less on her knowledge of what was written in "the books" as her guide - it might not be long before she was on her own..