. a whole week!I carefully smooth my purple satin blouse, making sure the collar is highand straight, then reach down and try and tug my regulation le...gthminiskirt down over my stocking tops.. where it remains for about twoseconds before riding up again... Damn! And the fact that it's the samefor pretty much every other pool girl doesn't help... I feel like cursingmy long legs.. but then again.. they are my best feature...Bubble gum is pouting in the corner, and reluctantly stands to. "Why ya asking? You didn't see a sasquatch hanging around in one thosesand traps out there did you?" A wry smile curled on Bernie's lips. Hemotioned towards the golf course with his right thumb. The skin upon hisbalding head was modeled from wearing a visor."Naw, nothing like that." Richard tugged at the collar of his navyshirt. He shifted his weight upon the bench. "Do you remember that girlin my class up at State... girl named Susan Colglazier?"You're kidding, right?" Bernie laughed. “What are you drinking?” “Just water.” “Oh, have you already drunken too much?” “No, I don’t drink alcohol,” he answered and winked. My Iced Tea was almost empty and when the bartender came by, I ordered another one. And 10 minutes later another one. This tasted really good. In the meantime, I found out that Andy was a self-employed software designer and lived in a house in the suburbs. That he has a sweet little dog and goes to the gym every day for about five hours. I felt really comfortable. They laughed louder. The offended party Olivia Taylor spoke again:?Don’t worry, cunthead. We have a present for you. Bring it on, Tammy.?The harrowing brunette in black opened her big red bag to produce a dildo. Well, more than a dildo. It was one of those monster things with a suction cup on the base. Old, I think, twenty inches of faded-green rigid rubber, over two inches thick. Maybe it wasn’t even a dildo, but some kind of industrial part or whatever. I started to beg in tears:?No, Olivia,.