I’m not breaking my fool neck for anyone. You can try it you want.”Kaylee laughed derisively. “Thanks.” Her brow furrowed again. “What about...using the ladder to climb back into this window,” she ventured thoughtfully, “drag it inside, and use it to climb down to the sand out there.”Kellee gazed out the bedroom doorway at the expanse of white beach and thick greenery.“You’d still have to drop down from the front window,” Kaylee added unnecessarily, shrugging. “Maybe push a mattress out the. .. to a DD.Barbara shrugged slightly. “Well, everything else is almost the same. Besides, we won’t be wearing bras, so who cares.”“What? No bras?”“Will you settle down! Jeeze, you’d think you’d never worn a halter top before!” Barbara rooted around in her closet another couple of minutes before pulling out a short dress. She peeled it off the hanger and tossed it across the room. “Here, try this on. It’s a little small for me, but probably just right for you.”“You’re kidding, right?” Barbara. ” Em parted her legs more widely, the skirt opening with them and exposing all of her trim brown thighs. The young man sighed with pleasure and pulled the string aside and bent down and licked her. Em said, “Ahhh!” He said, “You’re husband is a lucky man,” and licked her again. Em said, “Ahhh!” again. Then she said, “Ambrose is not here. You are a lucky man and I am a lucky woman.” He pushed his tongue fully and firmly into the dark, hotly welcoming opening between her legs. She uttered a. Opinion was divided along gender lines. The rumor was so incredibly outlandish. The men around the office either believed every word, or desperately wanted to believe. The women mostly thought the whole thing some crock of shit: the mouth-to-mouth concoction of overactive male imaginations and egos. I told Sandrine that she should just deny everything. But then one of the senior managers, a female senior manager, of the company we were working for called her in to tell her some very ugly rumors.