Fuck. She was wearing red shorts. Not cargo shorts or anything like that. Like yoga pants only… Shorter. Much shorter. Those and a Wonder Woman tee-...hirt that was criminally small on her, showing off an expanse of skin above her waistband. In fact, I could see a hint of belly button peeking out from underneath. I groaned, inwardly, glancing at her nipples. While they didn’t look as hard as when I’d been taking photos, they weren’t exactly invisible…“Smells yummy.”“Want something to drink?. So here sara was, sitting between Mr. Harris andMommy on a jumbo jet on her way to South America. sara had been out partying the night before she left. She seemed to be outpartying all the time after her 16 th birthday. She had thrown her clothesand gun together when she got in It was Daddy's old shotgun, a fine Englishside-by-side 20 gauge Mr. Harris had given him. She knew she could sleep onthe flight. Her partying had lasted well into the night and she and some older collegegirls she was. I hadn't been looking for that kind of thing before.There was nothing. I'd probably have to wait until lunch and I could try my cutlery. In desperation, I looked properly through the suitcase in the hope of finding something, but it was devoid of sharp metal objects. Frustrated, I decided to see what was in the other boxes.They all contained rubber clothing, if you could call it that. By the time I'd checked most of them, I'd found a pair of tights (crotchless of course), a skirt, some kind of. "We can ride in my car," her husband said, fumbling for the keys. "I'll ride with him," Christine said, taking the stranger's arm. "You're drunk, I shouldn't ride with you." This made sense to her husband because he was drunk, and he didn't want to argue, since he was about to see something awesome. Christine got in the car with the Asian man and said "Lose him." He backed out, made three quick turns and her husband was nowhere in site. "You want me to drive you home now?" the man said.