This time a flash of thigh exposed between her stocking tops and skirt when she crossed her legs before pulling the skirt back into place. Placing her...hand on top of mine while locking eyes with me to seemingly say... did you see that...did you like that? I want you to like it.Now I'd like to do the same in return. But we guys have it a little tougher. We don't have the wardrobe short of shorts (and these days they come down to your knees) to flash. The exception would be a kilt. It might be OK. Jean had the afternoon off as she only worked part time so was in no rush and was enjoying the atmosphere, being relaxed she undid a couple of buttons of her blouse and I could just see a slight cleavage and the top of her bra, some good eye candy from both sides.We laughed and joked a bit and Jean was feeling very relaxed, so much so that she pulled up her skirt, maybe a little too much as I could now clearly see her panties, a light pink in colour although darkened by her hidden pubic hair,. ‘It’s a weakness. The day I’d first cut myself, a switch in my head had been flicked. Instead of feeling horror, I felt nothing. I became addicted to it. It was the only way to release the pressure that was feeling.’ ‘Damn it, Lance,’ Billy growled. ‘Look,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry, but at first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with what I was doing. It felt normal to me.’ ‘Are you stupid?’ Ronnie demanded. ‘How could you possibly think that self mutilation is normal?’ ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. Anna set the purses down on the dinette table of the small two-bedroom residence and took a seat beside her friend, holding her close, protectively.“I have to say, I think his lawyer tried, but he just wasn’t as good as he might have been,” said Anna. “He was young, lacked experience. Well, it’s what I think.”“He’s going to appeal,” said Lea.“Yes, I heard him tell him that, but...” said Anna.“Long shot,” said Cecilia.“Yes,” said Anna. Lea howled.I guess it was routine protocol. But I’d no more.