“Yeah, right…C'mon. Seriously, what did you fantasize about?” "Marc, I can’t tell you that…it’s too embarrassing…I was just a young girl...of sixteen. I was just starting to understand my own sexuality, and my psyche’. It was a strange period of development for me. I was just getting acquainted with my ‘parts’ and how they worked. I had some weird thoughts back then...bizarre even.” “Okay, so, you were just about sixteen when you started having your sexual awakening? What were these bizarre. I was, alone in the field miles from anywhere, well seven miles from home and my shoes were still in his car. Without a comm phone I couldn't get any help and the quiet farm lane had no traffic and no houses, only fields on either side. "Perhaps Rocky will check with Control if I'm late home." Unfortunately he didn't until just before I commed him at the petrol station. I started walking barefoot and an hour later came to a main road but it was another half hour before I hobbled on my bloodied. The more of his naked torso revealed, automatically her hands raised to hold him by his hips. He didn’t take much time to get it off and she equalled it by pulling her own off, now exposing her gorgeously slender shoulders, in which her bra-straps dug comfortably. She looked up at him, calmly but confidently. She knew he was having the best view of her cleavage from up there and she was proud and pretty certain of the effect she was having on him. The next thing she knew from his look was that. "Hollis sat on his sofa in the apartment reading a Biochem journal. Annie sat at the kitchen table with a book and a sheet of paper before her. She looked up. "Hollie -- why do you read those journals if you're not working in that field anymore?" I like to keep current."Annie picked up a pen. "Hollie?" What?" What does hoist with his own petar mean?" You must be reading Hamlet." Yes, we are." A petard is a small bomb. The word comes from the French word to fart."Annie giggled. "I thought it.