" Marilyn hung up and looked at her son."That was Carol. The movers just dropped her stuff at her new place and left but she took some of the more fra...ile things in her car and needs some help putting them inside. She said the movers were kinda gruff-looking and didn't trust them to handle her things with care. I told her we'd be there-"Just then, Marilyn's phone buzzed again. "Oh PLEASE not now." She answered the phone again with a polite "hello". After listening for a moment, she asked, "Jane. I was beginning to think I had been tricked, or she had changed her mind and simply left. So I went back to the circular rack in the back of the store where I had first seen some things I wanted to buy Gypsy, and coincidentally , where I had bumped into Abi. The circular rack was pretty big, maybe eight feet in diameter if you count the clothes. It had a decorated center piece with three torso mannequins, each wearing some sexy thing. There were a piles of undies and lingerie thrown about on. Please let me know what you think. …’Do you want me?’ I ask. My hand is caressing my stomach, moving slowly up to my breasts. I open the dress more to reveal both breasts. I lower my eyes and make a circular path on my nipples with my fingers. My other hand is slowly making its way between my legs. You do not answer out loud. Your eyes give the answer. You just watch me breathlessly, wanting to feel me. I ask you again, ‘Do you want me? Do you want it?’ You finally answer ‘Yes, I want you. I. By this point, we had been talking for quite a while and had gone through several rounds of drinks. We were talking and laughing, the conversation was still remaining on sex. He was asking about some of the things I had done, trying to see what all from my stories were out of my life. The photographer story was familiar to him... it was based a bit on what happened to someone we both knew. Though it had been exaggerated a lot, he still had caught onto it.I was feeling pretty tipsy now, and I.