He stuffed them in the bag on top of her clothes, then put the empty sandwich bag and chips bag across the opening and tied it shut.Kathy was still st...nding there, stark naked, looking down at him as he knelt to tie the bag shut. The pouring rain plastering his hair down, running down his chest and arm, dripping across his thigh.He looked up at her standing there like a pagan goddess in the pouring rain and saw her breath quicken. He stared for a minute at the drops hanging on the tips of her. “Are you angry at me?” I asked cautiously. “No, I developed the habit of throwing my shoes when I’m calm.” I helped her get the useless panties off and sat beside her on the couch. She put her hand around my shoulder, then pulled me towards her. “George!” I looked at her, drowning in her blue eyes. “What are you really thinking?” she asked. “About what?” “About my predicament.” “I like this predicament of yours,” I said and knocked on the cast. “Really! Why?” “You can’t run away from. I placed it at the top of her tit, then slowly and delicately traced down toward her nipple. Pressing it gently before tracing down below, along the soft underside, over her ribs and toward her navel. Gliding over skin smooth as silk, then further down to the top of her slit. My finger found her clit and I pressed gently, rubbing it slightly."You made a mistake counting Jasmine" I said, "That cannot go unpunished" Yes" her reply was meek, "I'm very sorry".I went down on my knees before her.. Janis said he should do that. Janis had expected a shy new-start nineteen old but the guy was in his late twenties, far from shy, looking judgmentally at her hair and face and then staring at her chest to linger a bit before lifting his gaze and smiling appreciatively. Until then all that had been said when he entered her office was, ‘Good morning Mr Burton’ and he’d replied, ‘Please call me Jack Mrs Black’. Although Janis thought his roving-eye inspection was a little uncouth, she didn’t feel.