Emily is free from her work and study for two whole weeks. Through her skirt her hand touches her full naked mound between her legs that reminds her o... poor old neighbor Dougie and Bruce, her Maori rugby All Black, who has his hands full this week, not with her soft flesh, but tackling the hefty Australian Wallabies. She hopes he comes back home to her in one piece. It was her kind old Dougie who asked his farmer friend Gentleman Jim if Emily could come to stay at his farm here for her holiday.. "What is he?" the lieutenant asked, glancing at me and then at the men beside me."Spy," said the corporal. "He was out there watching us." Lock him up; I'm busy," said the officer with a wave of his hand, "and bring that damn woman back down here."The bigger of the two men that had captured me pushed me down the basement steps, found a set of manacles and clamped my hands around a post. "Don't run off now," he said as he mounted the steps.Still hungry, I survey my prison, saw only the one door. . we talked a little bit.”“No, this isn’t one of those things, ‘Neesie. He’s a nice guy, is all.”“Well, be careful, Carlie. You’re a good friend.”“Thank you, Neesie. You’re a good friend, too.”As we neared the parking lot of the convenience store, I pointed out Bob’s SUV. Silver.“Preferred transportation mode of child molesters everywhere,” I told Neesie.“You’re not a child, Carlie. You know what I mean.”“I do, Neesie. I really appreciate you worrying. The guy’s an engineer, though, and he’s. She was dressed in a delightfully odd mix of elegance and funk. A stunning Japanese blouse and unique scarf sat atop ripped jeans and dark red euro-shoes. Juliette didn’t dress to obscure her worse features or highlight her better ones, but rather to express some mix of joy, beauty and reserve I couldn’t quite grasp yet. She is kind of goofy-looking, with a bit of geek and a large chunk of totally cool that will always elude me. She noticed me coming toward her and gave me a different, warm.