I knew the urge to run around naked at dangerous places thrilled me more than in that forest she had shown me."So, are you going to give us your name ...ow?" Linda asked."No," I said."Well, then we can't let you go!" Linda said, while moving her body away and crossing her arms in front of her.We looked at each other, and she tried to stare me down, I think. Well, that is something that would never work with me, not even in a situation like this. In a pub, I would probably look away when a girl. She excelled in high school even if she didn't getalong with the other girls. There were various reasons for that. Thegirl scene that teenage girls indulge was still totally foreign to herand held little appeal. Girls in their teenage years are awkward enough,but it was ten fold for her. She struggled and her studies excelled andthe girls taunted her enough for that. It hurt her a lot, but nothingnear as much as her mother hurt her during her childhood. She wasdownright cruel, as if it was some. After we were married for a year I won a bet and she had to go out for the next month to the club in her shortest dresses and no undies. My wife always like to drink a blot and as we were married longer she would drink more and more when we went out each week. The first three weeks I took my wife out dancing and she had to wear no undergarments, everything went fine. Towards the end of each night she would be so drunk I would usually have to get someone to help me take her out to the car. Then. It was apparent she wore no bra. She also sported a pair of lounging pants that didn't even come close to matching the top. She was dressed to be comfortable.I welcomed her in and told her to make herself comfortable. The room had a queen bed, two side chairs, and an overstuffed recliner. She sat at the foot end of the bed. I asked if she'd like something to drink, and she said a Coke would be good. I ran down to the vending room and grabbed a couple of sodas. On my return, Chris was still.