They all rehearsed over and over again some very tricky pieces with lots of harmonies and different parts but the choir still never quite got over the...loss of these two singers - now recruited over to the ‘Dark Side’ as someone put it.The topic of Nudism never came up again either. Everyone was just too busy concentrating on the competition and the songs they all had to learn. For Jessie Harper the loss of Carrie and Troy was quite acute. She had become good friends with Carrie - and the two. I don't mean to be like that."A smile came over her face as she heard the first words of tenderness she'd had all day, "It's all right." She sniffed, "Is that coffee I smell?" I just made some, want a cup?"Cheri got up, "I'll get it for both of us." Having helped with many meals, she knew her way around their kitchen. As she brought it back and set his cup on the coffee table in front of him she saw him looking down her blouse. What made her smile and not say anything was that as quickly as he. “We’ll try French again.”Deborah heard Mr. Williams flip a switch, and the visor came to life. However, instead of French words or phrases, Deborah saw a distant lightning storm. There was thunder, too, which reminded Deborah of a booming voice. Electric bolts streaked across a cloudy sky. Deborah tried to trace their trajectories, which were aimless and wild on an indigo backdrop. Then, the first of many bolts found its target in Deborah, sending tingles of delight to all the right. Her shapely legs ran up to her firm rounded bottom, which tapered into a small waist that I guessed couldn’t have been more that 22inches. The flat of her stomach gave way to the gentle rise of her breasts, not too small not too big. ‘A perfect mouthful,’ I thought to myself.I moved my gaze upward to her face, that milky white skin, those luscious lips, those piercing blue eyes and the mass of blond hair that came down to her waist. Gulping down my desire to kiss her right there, I smiled.