Finally, I could breathe.As I climbed the second flight of stairs, as if this action constituted some mathematical prerogative, some hidden equation, ... undid the second button. My heart was pounding and the soft creamy mounds of my breasts were rising and falling, and my nipples felt so hard against the cotton of my blouse, and I caught my breath and tapped on the door.‘Come in.’ The voice was muffled and seemed far away.He was an older man, much older than I suspected, but in one way I was. She didn’t need the lingerie to hold herself in, simply to minimize underwear lines under the thin wool of the sweater and skirt set she wanted to wear. As she slipped into it, she thought back to the first time she had met Sue, almost ten years ago.It had been at a workout center that Cassie had joined. Sue had been a frequent visitor to the gym maintained at the Norfolk Naval Base for officers and their wives and had promptly found a new club once her family moved to the Midwest. They first. On the other hand I was beginning to realise that now she had got it firmly implanted in her head that she’d actually done it with the dog, the fact of her knowing (or thinking) she’d enjoyed it now seemed be doing far more to float her boat sexually than disgust her. This was obvious, and I was amazed by it, if I didn’t put her off her new ‘memory’ surely I was now in for more exciting ‘recall’ sessions in the future? I tried to be as sympathetic as possible, while keeping up this convincing. She produces an embroidered hankie and dabs at it, then moistens a bit of the cloth with her spit and washes off the spot. "Good as new," she says. "Are you all right? Does anything else hurt?"Well, yeah. My weiner is trying to rise from the dead but my jeans are too tight. But I'm not gonna say that. So I'm like, no, I'm OK. And she's like, good. "Do you want to report this?" she asks."To who," I go."Hmm. I don't know. I've never... to the captain? To Nickelodeon? If those boys try anything.