Arie hardly needed it. "Talk," she said, "get to know each other. I want this to be a fruitful week for both of you."Then why you keep piling disaster...upon disaster, I thought. This is an explosion waiting to happen.There's this rule, it's an addendum to Murphy's Law. Not only is it, "If something can go wrong, it will," but also, "and at the worst possible time." My life is the epitome of that law. Not only am I just about the worst candidate for The Program—who's gonna give me the eye? Not. I was getting hornyer and hornyer every second ... but I was embarrassed that they would see me. I felt like if we will be driving like 10 more miles I’ll be squirting all over the spot. Lucky me before the point of no return we just arrived. The car stopped and all the guys being gents (or just wanna kiss on cheek a cute girl in miniskirt) wanted to get out to say goodbye. Unfortunately in the struggle to get out from that car I slipped of the lap right into the gear shifter rod. The rod. I sat down and lit a cigarette and fiddled with the long stiff blades of grass sticking up all around me. I put out my cigarette and for some reason took off all my clothes, I didn’t really think about it, I just did it – I was sitting in the middle of this field completely naked, the air and grass felt good on my body, I poked my head up and couldn’t see anyone or anything other than the backs of the houses in the distance, I could hear the odd car drive down the road, but couldn’t see. . and it was unnecessary."Let me straighten your stockings for you," Rita said as she knelt before the girl.Mitzi stood awkwardly in high heels while Rita worked the loose nylon up on her legs. While she shortened the garters to hold them in place, Rita looked closely at the girl's young body. Mitzi was a shapely girl. With a little care and education in how to dress, she could be a charming, beautiful girl.With Mitzi's stockings drawn smooth and in nice contrast to her skin color, Rita stood.