“Sorry,” she said softly. He stood up. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for Agnes. This is Don’s fault.” She smiled nervously. H... stood close to her and began to run his hand over her breasts and down to her tummy. She winced inside as his hand ran over stomach. She was very conscious of her stretch marks. Jack sensed something was wrong. “Everything okay?” She blushed. “I’m just a bit self conscious of my stretch marks.” “Why?” he asked. “You’re a mother. There’s nothing nobler. Yet, there was no such awkwardness. There wasn’t a hint of regret to tarnish the sense of satisfaction and elation that he still felt when the scattered memories of their glistening bodies writhing together flashed through his mind. This felt right, just like it had in the hot spring. If this was what it meant to be part of a flock, a member of a pack, then it was oddly ... liberating.Mizi crawled her way out of the bag, shaking out her feathers before collapsing them back down into their. Shit. She’s so lovely.We finish the main course. Liza complains she’s too full for anything else, so I just order coffee.Me: Excuse me, Liza, but I have to use the restroom.When I return from the restroom, I see that Liza has company. Some random guy is standing near her. What the fuck? Is he chatting her up?Guy: …alone?Liza: No, I’m not.Guy: Thought not, pretty girl like you. Are you here with your boyfriend?Liza: No…Me: What do you want from my girlfriend?Liza: But…Guy: Just a friendly chat,. The next morning I picked her up as agreed, and she looked wonderful. She had on a blouse that buttoned right down the front, but was semi-transparent so I could make out her white virginal bra beneath. The blouse lay loose over a shortish skirt, which showed me Esme’s legs for the first time. What I could see was superb, long, well toned, and bare legged. She carried a sports bag and I wondered what she had in it. I decided, as it was a beautiful sunny morning, to return to the field.