. and ran ... and ran. I erroneously thought we might go three miles. We ran about ten without retracing our steps once. I became positive that I was ...eing given an endurance test to see if I could keep up with her.I kept pace with her although I was still suffering from lack of sleep the night before when I’d been on the flight with Pam and we told sexy stories and fantasies to each other. She ran at a relaxed pace, perhaps nine minutes a mile. She explained, “I’m going a little slower than I. ” I stared at him for a moment, understood how serious he was, and took my bra off. We drove home like that, but on the way, we passed two cars. The first one, I had doubled over so I couldn't be seen. For the second car, after Victor's sharp rebuke, I sat up straight while we passed. When we finally pulled into our driveway, I started to put on my clothes. “Don't bother. They'll be coming off again soon enough anyway.” We walked into the house, the Odin's one step behind us. I hugged my shirt. Do you like it?"He took a sniff and nodded his head. I wondered if his approval wasbecause he liked the smell or because of the association I made betweensmelling pretty and being a girl.I walked him into the bathroom and had him take off his panties. Jamiestepped into the tub, sat down and then slid back, so that only his headand shoulders were above the fragrant bubbles floating on the surface.I took his usual bath toys out and handed them to him. I had neverreally paid much attention to. We all laughedat that. My friends were all close and no one took offense at anyone'scomments. Everyone got made fun of. There was Randy, he was the typicalstoner. The 'hey dude' type of guy. You can imagine how he got teased.He was also very cute and I had secretly wanted to explore touching hisentire body. He was always so stoned that when my hand 'accidently'touched his butt or brushed over his crotch, he never said anything.It's not that he liked it, he was too zonked out to notice. Or so.