She likes this game; likes to arouse him with her smile and herLight, hesitant touch, then send him home full to bursting, whenHer own desire threaten... to overcome her.She almost didn’t play the game tonight, because the last time shePlayed, he refused to leave. He stopped touching her, but he satSilent and grim on her couch for some minutes, then drew her to sitNestled against him, and draped his arm lazily across her shouldersWhile habit and want made the decision for him, and he stroked. “How do you like it?” she called.“Black, no sugar please,” the girl called back and then, under her breath. “Damn it!”The hairbrush was caught in a tangle and she couldn't free it.She tugged as hard as she could but with only one free hand she just couldn't manage to free it.She tried to let go of the towel and hold it with her elbow but as soon as her grip loosened she could feel it begin to slip.“Here, let me help you.”The woman had placed the two mugs on the small table and in an instant was. "Yes, Ms. Parker," she said. "We met in passing. Hello Lucian, I'mNico." And she curtsied again, graciously.As she turned away to get their drinks, he saw she wore similar shortsas his. Hers were baby blue and moved with her ass cheeks.While she was leaving, Dr. Kurtz asked him if he felt chilly. It was astrange question, as the evening was mild and he had his shirt buttonedup to his chin.He denied feeling cold."Well, honey," she said, smiling. "You seem a bit over dressed for afine balmy. *************************************************************************************************************************************************************************At work the next day, my uniform felt different, but I chalked that up to having to use the in house washing machine instead of my usual laundromat and just decided to get through my shift. It felt like my pants were rubbing me raw and my top was itchier than usual. I came across ******** and a group of his friends, I talked.