Her crisp white blouse showed the pattern of her bra, pressed against it by her full breasts. She flicked a strand of long, dark hair away from her fa...e, and smiled. “You’re a friend of Jason’s, aren’t you? Same class?” “That’s right,” he approached her, his heart pounding. Being close to this woman excited him. He stood by the car, as close as he dared get. He was heady, transfixed by her sensuality. “Here – could you take these, please?” She gestured to two bags on the ground and her hand. He takes his hand off of her face and puts both hands around her small waist and pulls her on top of him so that she is sitting on his legs but close enough to his warmth that she can feel the heat. He takes hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head and discards it beside the blanket. She looks deep into his eyes and sees a desire that matches her own. She feels a warmth of desire and passion travel all to her. She takes her soft gentle hands and takes hold of his shirt and. Do I need to check?”“Uh, no, Charlene.”She stood, and put one foot on the couch. Her dress started to fall open, although she caught it with one hand. “Do you mind that I haven’t gone with standard lingerie, but with a bikini in the style that my dear mother used for bodybuilding or erotic shows? It doesn’t cover much.”“Oh, I think I can struggle to tolerate that.”“Good.” I was impressed that a bikini could consist of that little cloth. As opposed to her red dress, this was of a brilliant,. *****As always, I had with me my denim Tinkerbelle purse, which held mylipgloss, bubble gum, and keys, as well as my pink furry "princess"wallet where my money could be found. It was a small strap and perforcemust be carried by hand, which is humiliating in itself. I took off myglasses, leaving me more helpless and dependent on others (I can seewell, but not "legally allowed to drive without them" well), put thekeys in the purse, and headed out for the store.So there was one guy in the store,.