As he held out the drink this is what he saw: Two anglos, alike enough to be brothers. Both have already stripped off theirovershirts, and are wea...ing ribbed white t-shirts, the kind with the straps forshoulders, tucked into jeans. The pants of the one on the left are made of leather instead of the more commonplace denim. Both wear heavy boots. The pair on the right somewhat darker, heavier than those on the left. Their hair is thick and curling in the steamy air, not yet plastered to their. " What's different now?" I guess it is pretty much curiosity about what is going on between us at the office." Truth?" Anything else wouldn't mean a thing." I have a kinky side that I wasn't aware of until about a year ago. I found a copy of LEG SHOW and after I read it I realized that I was like some of the women that are in the stories and that I wanted some of the same things that they wanted. When I saw the way you looked at my legs and feet I thought that you might be like some of the men. In a moment, she handed him a Miller's and opened one for herself. "So," she asked conversationally, "Are you working Thursday?"One of the downsides of the job at General was the place worked twenty-four hours a day, every day; truck drivers were on the road all the time, and time spent sitting around was time and money wasted. That meant there had to be some people who worked over holidays, even Christmas. In most cases people wouldn't like that very much, but they kept things to a skeleton. I was laying back with my eyes closed and legs straight thinking about what had happened that morning and whether this was a one time thing never to be repeated or spoken about again or if this was going to be hopefully the start of something wild and crazy and so secret that we would have to take it to our graves. That’s when I felt Emily’s hands on my bare chest. I looked up and she was behind me looking down. No shirt on. Hard nipples on supple perky breasts. Smiling a devilish smile. I.