‘No’ I say firmly, ‘you don’t get these back today.’ ‘But baby, I have a skirt on today and my pussy is soaking wet for your right now!’...‘That’s the point sweetheart.’ You being to challenge my motives as if I was joking, ‘what are you going to do if someone asks about those,’ as you point to your belongings. ‘Tell them the truth of course,’ I say as I smile coyly smile back at you. As I leave the dressing room with your panties in my pocket and bra in my hand, you pull me back one last time. The guys and I adopted a philosophy that avoided most of these difficulties, and for us it worked well. Essentially, our guiding principle was ‘Expect no privacy.’ We had decided that trying to work out ways for each of us to have private time with our dates or significant others was just too big a pain in the ass, and we resolved to simply forget about privacy for the remaining duration of post-secondary experience. This meant that if one of us brought someone back to the apartment there would. I know, odd. But, true, nonetheless.So, we talked about it and I found a resort not too far from us and we hired a woman to stay with our two children, Adam, fifteen, and Sandra, thirteen.The short of it was that we loved our week fully in the sun. And, as I'd hoped, we did get one day of soft, gentle rain where we took several nice walks and we both lay out in it as well. It was just as wonderful as I'd remembered; even better with someone to share it with.An unexpected result was the effect. And maybe he was being unfair to Shae in even suspecting it.He'd been leery -- and rightfully so -- when she came onto him as hard as she did at his mother's house in Bradford back in September. In fact, cooling it off had been one of the things that had tipped the balance in his own mind toward the decision to return to Bradford at all. Her motives had been just a little different back then, to keep him in the city, so maybe it was premature. If it hadn't been for that episode, he probably.