We've always been willing to indulge the other's fantasies.The next day, I was having lunch with a girlfriend and told her about the panty incident an... how badly I had wanted to laugh. Don't get me wrong, my boyfriend and I always have great sex. But he is always so serious about it, never playful. Even while wearing my panties he never cracked a smile. My girlfriend suggested that maybe I should just try and show him how he had looked and it might loosen him up a bit. So we met up again after. He had your typical guy next door type of look, medium height, short hair, fair-faced, broad shoulders, flat stomach, and brown eyes. He had been in his schools swimming team and was very much into drawing and painting much like me. We became friends and hung out whenever we could that summer in the pool and talk about anything; his cousin would tag along but would always find a way to retrieve to his own little world. We would end up swimming and chatting just the two. However it didn't get. She circulated an email to everyone Carol had seen and to those she had not yet reached. In it she gave a full account of what Liam had done, both at the conference and at the midsummer’s party, with the assurance of absolute documented proof that what she wrote was true.She finished by leaving it up to the recipient what to do about it. She received a host of phone calls asking if it were true and assured everyone it was, citing the proof she had. Some came to examine the evidence, and went. "Does it hurt much?" Only when I laugh," I answered. "Kelly?"Carrie nodded."I can come home tonight if you want," Kasey said and I swear she was growing devil horns. "I'm sure Dad and Carrie would enjoy the privacy. Okay. I guess it is pretty late. Give Mark a kiss for me and tell him Sissy misses him. I'm glad. Are Grandpa and Grandma going to be able to come up for Christmas?"The conversation disintegrated from there."I'll see you in the morning, then," Kasey concluded as she hung up. "I'm.