As i stood ther awkwardly in the pool, she undid her bikini and lay down to give me a plain view of her side boob. By now my boner was completely hard...and my 11 inch dick would be very easy to spot. I decided to get out quickly and see if she would notice.Of course she did and said "What's that in your pant's?" Before I could say anything she realised and went red. I walked into the house, my face burning with embarrassment. I went into my room and jacked off to get rid of my boner and prayed. " Love you Jun ... Chase!" Love you back, Charlotte."At the end of the following day, October 30, the place looked ready for the inevitable Slutty Cheerleaders, Katy Perry's and Miley Cyrus's, plus whatever the male twenty-something's are wearing these days.I got myself some good hard shoes and shin guards (expecting to be stepped on or kicked at) plus a black long-sleeved undershirt with a shirt over it labeled "Bouncer" in three-inch tall lettering. Charlotte liked it and gave me the other. Shelooked around the room at her scattered clothes that the Predator hadswept from her bed and her eyes settled on where he had laid out what shewas to wear. She sat down at her dresser and looked in the mirror. Thepredator's warning glared at her; 'DON'T FORGET THE BLONDE WIG!!!' in bigred letters. She was tempted to wipe the lipsticked threat from the glassbut she thought that should she get through this the writing may beevidence that could be useful to the authorities. Couldn't the. You've been a woman all along." Well, thanks, I think. No, seriously, I think this is the thing that'sbeen sort of 'there', all along, but out of focus, like I was sayingbefore."There's something else, too. I don't know where it belongs in all this,but it's there. Being here these weeks with you, being Sandi, I realizedsomething, I didn't have to keep on trying. I could relax, really relaxfor the first time. It's weird I know, but I hadn't been aware that I hadbeen trying so hard, trying so.