"Well, not exactly," I said, looking at him critically, "but with a bitof work you could pass for a pretty girl!"He was clean shaven as body hair slow...d you down as a swimmer so he wasin the habit of shaving his arms, chest and legs. The hair on his headhe wore long as it would be in a swimming cap when he swum so did noteffect him like it would if the hair had been elsewhere on his body. Hehad no beard or moustache and kept his eyebrows trimmed.I got out a pair of black high cut panties with. She knew her son was a man now. God forbid his physical appearance reminded her of it whenever she saw him. His piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders, along with his strong embrace when they met were constant reminders of the lack of attention her husband had been giving her for almost the last year.But this...a motorcycle...he knew how much she hated these things. The idea of him riding about unprotected sent a shiver of fear down her spine."I see people every day come through the emergency. "Sure do, we'll be there about 2:15. In the a.m.," the driver said pointedly."Thanks," I said, my eyes adjusting from the buglight glare of the terminal to the dark interior of the coach. I scanned up and down but every pair of seats had at least one taken, most by dozing older folks or wary-looking migrant workers. There was a somewhat chubby girl about my age, 23 or so, with pulled-back brown hair and a spaghetti-strap purple blouse, sitting looking out the window about halfway back. Better. She quickly crossed her legs, leant back and slowly began to rub one of her nipples.'Won't you join me?'Amina followed the invitation by carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, and then letting herself fall into it, back-first. She smiled, and lifted up her legs.'I wouldn't want to ruin your new sheets,' Amina said innocently.'Of course,' Rana carefully undid the laces that held Amina's expensive-looking pair of golden sandals in place. She pulled them off as sensually as she could.