Accompanying me to the exhibition really makes us even," I said, trying to keep my mind on something else.Sandra's hand stopped moving and with a bit ...f anger in her voice, Sandra answered, "Don't even for a second believe that I am going to the exhibition for your sake. I am doing that for me, I really enjoy those kinds of things. The one who is making a sacrifice here is Jessica, she will end up being alone all day." Sorry about that. You are absolutely right. I guess I should thank her. " Okay," replied Lynn, suddenly gripped by the sensation that she wasfalling."See ya at three. The shack under the old bridge." Rod disconnected.Lynn's face was burning with embarrassment. She'd always tried to avoidcalling attention to herself, and now she was the center of it. Thesituation had become unbearable. She had to get out right now. She'dsend for the rest of her things later.The low whistle on the kettle gradually built up into a scream.The kettle whistled just about the same time. Dave was hard. Really hard. Jan smiled. A very genuine, pleased smile. It warmed him thoroughly.'Get on your knees, Dave'The insistence in her voice was warm, familiar. Like your mother telling you to "take off those wet clothes" after you had played out too long in the rain.He looked at her, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips, her jaw jutting slightly. God she was hot.He knelt slowly, reaching out for her lovely hips. He felt a sharp slap on the back of his hand and drew it. .. fantasize," Christina said hesitantly, uncertain of where this was going. "And what do you fantasize about?" "I don't know, Doctor… it's been awhile since I tried last. But I remember imagining a big, wet, you know, sliding into me." "I see. It's quite common among young girls to fantasize about the male genitalia. Do you get wet, when thinking of it?" Caroline asked. There was a strange light in her eyes; an almost lusting expression."Yeah," Christina said simply. "Well then. Your problem.