I don't suppose you'd drop me off downtown, would ya, and I don't want to seem like an ingrate, but, uhh, what exactly is your name?"His laughter rung...out again, as the door lock clicked to open, "Get in, if you want. My name's Scott, and I'm not from the area, so you'll have to guide me, but sure.. I can't deny a pretty woman her due." You smiled back at him, your brown eyes catching a passing car's headlights under a dusting of light purple eye shadow, and opened the door to slide in beside. It's getting dark now, and I have more people connected, and everybody else is sitting in different places, and I'm drinking a Coke instead of coffee. There are dozens of differences," I said."Think back to this afternoon, Michael," Penny persisted in her FBI interrogation mode now. "It happened. The others suddenly couldn't see you. What were you doing? What were you thinking? It's got to be something you were thinking, or feeling, or doing."I tried, but I couldn't come up with anything I. When he stopped kissing me his hand brushed against my breast. I felt a wetness in my panties that I had never felt before. Had I peed myself in my excitement? I stammered. "I have to go home now."I almost ran home and I remember that hand brushing my breast. I had to be an accident. Charly is a good Christian. I always told my father and mother everything I did but I would not tell them about this. My parents would not approve of kissing let alone an arm touching my breasts. What would they. One day he asked her if she had ever seen Las Vegas, he said he had to make a trip out there and would she like to go.She had never left the south and didn't care to, but Vegas sounded like fun so she said, she would go but that meant her maids would have to go with her. She would need a room for them, one for herself and of course his own room. He agreed, three rooms, plane tickets, food and what ever else she wanted he would pay for all of it. He showed her a good time, shows, food and the.