The blouse looked just like what Deirdre had, but it was a lot thinner. She gave her this really small micro-miniskirt, shorter and tighter than what ...heerleaders wore. When she was standing, it barely came down far enough. If it'd been a flip skirt it might have been all right, but when Deirdre sat down, it rode up above the crease where her legs join her body. She had to sit with a notebook in her lap, and when she stood up she had to keep her legs crossed until she tugged the skirt down far. Hisintimidating appearance aside, he was super-nice. He came by for us inhis pick-up truck. Marcia sat in the front with him. I sat in thecramped cab behind them. They chatted together just like any othercouple would. They could have been my mom and dad.I allowed myself to imagine that for about thirty seconds. That's howlong it took to creep me out.We went to this roadhouse sort of joint outside of town. A kind ofrockabilly place with a bar and pool tables and dead animal heads nailedto the. “But we can move them, right?”“With some manhandling,” I told her. “It won't be easy, but we can drag them in there pose them.”“Okay, I'll take Cassandra,” she said, wrapping her arms around the redhead's waist. “You sure you can handle her on your own?” I asked.“I'm a cheerleader,” she said. Then she grunted as she dragged Cassandra's form backward. A strained flush crossed my sex slave's face. “I... got her.”Aurora look cute as she struggled to drag Cassandra. My sex slave's toned thighs. The swim team met sans instructors at the door to the women's change room about a half-hour before the opening bell."Well, Becky, it wasn't too bad last night," Joanna assured her. "I'll forgive you for that." Thanks, Jo. Anybody found a partner to act as her audience yet?"None of them had asked a soul."That means we have to go around today, and ask people. Can you imagine, asking someone out of the blue to sit naked at the side of a pool, watching other naked people? They're all going to think.