She said, "I understand now why you don't like February. What I don't understand is why you say February has forty-four days and not forty-five."I smi...ed down at this young lady who was becoming more and more like her grandmother every day. I finally replied, "Valentine's Day."Shelly's eyes said it all without words – confusion, then understanding, and then more confusion."Okay, I get it. You and Gramma were married on Valentine's Day. But what I don't understand is if you hated February so. It wasn't going to be easy, Big Al discovered, to see Blair in thebuff, because Blair was abnormally shy around other females. Far frombeing willing to strip out of her bra and down to her panties in frontof Big Al, as most of her girlfriends did when they were trying on orexchanging clothes or seeking an appraisal of their breast development,Blair behaved as modestly as a girl forced to change into a bathingsuit in a men's locker room. Only once had Big Al even caught aglimpse of Blair's. Without looking at Charlady I simply said "Green for go!" which was our code for playtime to begin. As I did not receive a reply which indicated her compliance, I continued, "Slut, remove your blouse and skirt!"Charlady knew better than to hesitate so she immediately began unbuttoning her blouse and soon after it hit the floor her skirt followed suit. She now stood in front of four men wearing only a lacy black bra and lacy black panties. Again she was told to turn around and show off her body. She was also deeply vexed by her own reaction, not only allowing the kiss to linger but allowing her lips to part to... She tried pushing those thoughts from her mind, yet they lingered, always at the edge of consciousness, ready to flood back in and send her into recriminating self examination. For a few fleeting seconds, she had wanted him, wanted to know the taste of his lips, his mouth, his... She tried shaking her head as if to fling off the offending thoughts. But even as she busied.