At least we do get to wear aprons when we are cooking like we are this week. Mrs. Dewitt asked me if I needed relief and I told her no, not that I wou...d not have had plenty of volunteers since I am one of four guys in this class of twenty students.She then had the rest of the class put on their aprons. Patricia and I passed out the recipe for brownies before we were to put on our aprons. Patricia looks sexier wearing her apron than she does just plain nude. I on the other hand have on a gag. " It didn't sound like nothing, who were you talking to?" He asked, looking in the office and seeing Richard there, still naked. He lifted his head at Hillary, "oh that never happened." "Yeah, so can you move so I can go home now?" She asked, trying to squeeze between him and the doorway. "That depends," Doug said, not budging. She continued to struggle with him, but stopped after he spoke, "depends on what?" What will you do to keep me from telling Brad?" Doug asked, grinning devilishly at. He had been back from Afghanistan for almost a week and was finally getting some much needed leave time. He had called Maggy, Margaret Alson, his fiancé, telling her he was back in town and she had said that she couldn’t get out of work for an hour, to meet her at the Bayside Cafe for lunch.He had arrived early and grabbed a booth, sipping iced tea and snacking on some french fries while he waited. She had arrived in cloud of dust, sliding to a halt in the dirt parking lot, her little. I heard Gav's shower turn off and I felt a little dissapointed, I'd almost convinced myself something crazy would happen. I couldn't hear Gav moving, he shouldv'e been grabbing his towel by now. I turned to switch off my shower, still a little dissapointed and ashamed in myself, when I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder. I froze and the hand became more sure, making it's way across my chest. My heart was was positively vibrating as I felt his face gently against my neck. I turned to face Gav.