If he drops it, you run if you know you can make it to the next base ahead of the tag."I took a seat next to Rabbit and thanked him. He gave me a litt...e grin and went back to his calculus textbook.Jeanne knocked on my door a little after nine that evening."So," she gave me a big smile."So what?" I asked."So you and Cammie?" Me and Cammie what?" You and Cammie hooked up." Who told you that?" I demanded, my eyes widening in surprise."You did." I did not. When did I tell you that?" Just now,". It was 6:30; the kids were up and gone delivering papers. They would be back in about an hour. Anita would be here in 30 minutes for coffee. She thought about a shower and decided to stay as she was. She was sure Anita would smell her sex. It made her feel like a slut. She liked that feeling. If anybody said anything, she could say Brad hadn’t told her what to do or wear. Lesson number four for Brad, if you want you your mother to do something, or wear something he must tell her. She stayed. The food was plain but good. If it was authentic 1950s it wasn’t English, which in Kathy’s opinion supported Anita’s notion that the producers were creating just enough of a superficial resemblance to the 1950s to justify the use of corporal punishment.“Basically,” she concluded, “we’re taking part in a free-form SM porn film.”The others nodded. Linda added, “They’ll have thousands of hours of video – apart from live streaming it all on pay to view, they’ll probably cobble some kind of feature. If your panties got any wetter, they probably will take days to dry, and they probably will smell of sex for ever. Even this wet, you will probably not be able to get rid of the sex smell they have. Anyway, it's a loss to waste that sexy smell. I would love to enjoy that smell any time." I continued among those lines to maintain her sexual readiness until I reached a secluded spot by the lake. It was about full moon, the moon rising in the East."Of course you can't go home in soaked panties. We.