Annie stared, obviously trying to think what best to say next.Megan/Lucy turned, pulling Dave in the direction they had been heading."Come on," she sa...d, looking up at Dave."Megan! Please," Annie pleadedThe youngster stopped and looked at her friend."I'll see you later. Don't worry. I'll be fine."They walked away."Shit!" Annie murmured to herself, the sound carrying to the ears of the retreating pair.After a few minutes walking, Dave spoke."So which is it, Lucy or Megan?" Which would you like. My hands begin to tingle, wanting to touch them and they mesmerize my mind. I just keep running my eyes up and down from her beautiful ankles to the tops of thighs that almost make me whimper as wishing to never let her dress again. She glides across the floor, propelled by those luscious limbs moving one then the other. They are perfection. Yeah I know Tina Turner, Ann Miller, Marilyn Monroe etc. are examples of the epitome of what men want to see supports beauty, but the woman that I love is. My swimming actually seemed to get better as keeping my face in the water and doing nothing but swimming was the easiest way to avoid him. When Saturday rolled around and it was time for the big meet I was eager and ready to swim. We were competing against the two best teams in the northern half of the state. I’d be competing against a senior who had the best time in the state at that point in the season and who had won the championship last year. Sally spoke to me in the locker room before the. I decided I could get usedto this kind of job, especially as I came to the conclusion that,once I had this job sorted out, there would be very little work todo. 'Thank you, Emma,' I said. 'Where is he? In the same room as before?' 'Oh no. He always goes for a nap after lunch, so he's in hisbedroom. I'll take you up.' Mr Baker looked even more frail in the huge, four-poster bed than hehad done downstairs. 'Good afternoon, Miss Smith. Please take a seat.' He gesticulated atthe seat located just.