When she does notice, she feels embarrassed and fumbles to put it away. This guy is just unreal. He takes so much for granted. She really has no idea ...hat she should do. Later, in the pub, she tells her best friend about the call. ‘Don’t go.’ Her friend is adamant this time. ‘This guy’s too weird. You’ll end up naked and dead in a ditch somewhere. If he calls again, go to the police and report him as a stalker.’ ‘That’s an awful thing to say. Anyway, he’s not a stalker. I gave him my number.. But here she was putting on an act, like a dancer; or a damn stripper, with the way she was dressed, or rather undressed. I could see that she had on just a tiny black see thru bra that was way too small for her and sheer high-cut black thong panties, with white stockings. As I peeked through the narrow crack, I could see that she had these weird red platform shoes on as well.So certainly there was no one else in the room with her. Yet she was behaving as if she were a show girl, putting on an. .I know you just want to hear naughty stories of me moaning and having orgasms, but at least one of us needs to have a non-sexual boring life. At least that balances out with your many sexual escapades”, was my regular response.But I digress...back to the moment.“We're all going off to a wonderful new resort today” said Penny. “You know my client, One Woman, the new women's magazine. They've invited me and three friends to spend a day of total indulgence at the new resort hotel at the casino.. We waved back and rushed over to where he was clambering down to the platform.“Harry, where in the world have you been?” I asked.“I sent a telegram saying we would be in by one! We’re not late, are we?” he replied. He kissed my cheek and embraced James, and I took quick stock of him. Harry Kendrickson was still the boisterous scalawag who had tried to court me a year prior, a charming gentleman a few inches short of James, now about twenty and nine, of an average build, clean-shaven and with.