Now the music wasn't to my taste but who cares? It was a fun time. Itmust have been good as we were still there at chucking out time (3 a.m.)I can rem...mber Rowena taking photos of Marie. For some reason she laydown on the dance floor to get a better angle of shot, skirt hitched up,stocking tops clearly visible. I took some photos of her. She didn'tseem the least embarrassed or self-conscious.We danced and danced. There was a real girl in there with her boyfriendwho seemed to think it was her. As I was thinking that, she walked back out of her room. The fitted white polo shirt was gone, as were her jeans. She was skinnier than I'd thought, with good-sized breasts. Her white cotton panties rode low on her narrow hips. She leaned against the wall with her arms folded beneath her bra — also white, with a simple floral texture. She seemed amused and uncertain what to do next. "Come on, don't just stand over there, you said you'd model them for me. You've gotta at least walk over here and. We rode around like this for another half-hour, but were still feeling a little bit queasy. I put us back down on the road and drove home like a normal RV would do.On the way home, Jenny and I discussed the test and what we might do to alleviate the air sickness. She suggested that we split the louver control system into two parts, one under the passengers and a second one under the rest of the RV. That sounded like a good idea, so I started working on that as soon as we got home.By using a CAD. I checked in with him before I left. “Describe yourself for me.” I was wearing a faux fleece white zip up with blue piping, the pj bottoms and a pair of sandals. “It’s warm out, unzip the shirt 6 inches and then go get your drink.”He was right, it was warm out and the excitement of this whole thing made me feel that much warmer. I measured out 6 inches with the zipper - it went about 1/2 way down my chest - and set off in the night to the corner 7-11.It was only at the end of the street.