"You probably have some kind of sweater with you. Why don't you tie it around your waist, to cover your ass while we walk through the lobby? By the ti...e anybody starts to wonder why you're wearing it that way, we'll be in the elevator."Her eyes shone brightly at the suggestion and we were soon in that elevator, heading up to our room. As soon as the doors closed on us, she ripped her blouse open and hauled out both of those beautiful suckers for me to enjoy.Damn, when Kimmie gets rolling, she. " As you please. It's up to you. I don't mind helping you. Your broken leg has to be elevated most of the time. By the way, how is the sprained ankle?" Fine."Steven removed the dressing. The swelling was almost gone. After examining it, he tightly bandaged it anew."Let's adjust the crutches," he said.I noticed the green clogs near the bed."The right one is useless," I said."Just temporarily," Steven answered.Then he slipped the left shoe on my foot and helped me stand up, putting his arm round. I said, “Okay, we’ll go. But there’s no guarantee they will let you watch.” Becky understood, and because I was the one with some experience out there, she wanted to know what she could do to entice them. I thought about it for a minute, and told her that maybe if she was willing to show some serious skin, they will realize that we aren’t the cops and would have nothing to worry about. Plus, I figured if we let them watch us fuck around some, they would do the same. I said, “Becky, is that. Love ya,SammyRunning was always a good time to think about my day, the next day and the things I planned to do after the run. As it happened, I went to bed without doing the things I planned - reading a chapter in Patti's book or writing a letter to my sister.I woke up tired on Tuesday morning. All I could think about was the dream I had had. I remembered it vividly. The dream was not a nightmare, nothing like the 'walking on eggshells' nightmare I'd had my freshman year. This one was just a.