The mayor was always there. As before, my wife would lightly kiss him, and other males, on the lips. About a year after we moved there, the mayor had ... party at his house, where he got really drunk. I noticed him doing his tongue swirl at me several times. As we were leaving his house to go home, my wife kissed him on the lips as usual. He said to me, “Let me show you something and led me to his home office. When we were alone, he said “Don’t I get a kiss from you?” He thin put his hand on my. I guess men through the ages have enjoyed such a pleasurable sight insuring the forward part of woman’s hips naturally dip down just enough so that view from behind is possible. I chalk that up as a win for evolution. If you don’t happen to believe in evolution that’s OK. Just chalk it up, that view, as a great benefit to the male of the human species. Also, I will admit, none ... ever ... could hold a candle to the view in front of me.I let out a soft surprise of a laugh looking where I was. Then she asked me had I heard about Scott. I told her I had and she asked me what I thought. I told her I had no idea. But I wasn’t even sure if that was true. My parents were concerned about me being on varsity and I had to convince them it wasn’t any different then me being a freshman cheerleader. I told them it would take the same amount of time and that it wouldn’t affect school. Of course they had no idea I was struggling with that already. We all had dinner together and then as a. Slagbottom, but I fear my privates will be on display if I bend over too far."The girl next to Fiona stifled a giggle out of sight of the head nurse's irritated glare. Her name was April and she was the shortest girl in the class of Candystripers. April peeked at Fiona's shocking red thong and noticed her friend had recently shaved not leaving a single trace of stubble. She felt a bit guilty because she hated to shave "down there" and hoped the thick cotton knickers hid her bush from view.The.