As she started to settle her breasts into the bra cups, trying to find that compromise between presentation and comfort, she turned back to the mirror... How could she have not seen that before? In the mid-range of her chest between her neck and cleavage, centered exactly, was a black symbol. She grabbed her glasses for a closer look. It was clearly a Nuymean hieroglyph a little over two and a half inches long. It was crisp and clear like a well done tattoo. What the fuck? How is that possible?. I'm dying to get out of this dress and plunge into a pool of cool water. Are you interested?" I sure am! Besides, I always like to see what you're hiding under that dress."Sue made a mock frown at him and stuck out her tongue. Jack grinned and asked, "Is that a promise?"Sue led the way to the pool, guided by Hat. They disrobed, an easy feat for Sue, since she only had to shed her boots and socks and pull her dress over her head. She jumped into the pool of sparkling, clear water to a depth. I had grown up running trot-lines and yo-yo strings on this bayou. There probably wasn’t much I hadn’t seen here. I will admit that I didn’t know exactly where I was but I wasn’t lost yet. There’s a 1,800 ft TV tower about 5 miles west of the bayou and on clear nights (as tonight) you can tell which direction is which. A quick glance at the big dipper confirmed the same. We just needed to head south to get back to the open lower lake. There are several camps with lights there that would give. " I heard him mutter.I didn't feel very ladylike.It must have been getting on for mid-morning when my boss came in. With him was the ogre himself, except... well she was wrong, he wasn't wearing shades. And he was only about average height; balding; had spectacles, and a beard. What hair there was, was short and curly, as was his beard. He was very broad shouldered with only a slight paunch, and could almost have passed for one of those archers on the Mary Rose, you know, built like brick.