The grandfather clock in the corner read eleven o'clock."Merde, I am late!"He swore and sprang to a sitting position. Leaning forward, he placed his f...ce in his cupped hands."What a wonderfully amazing dream. It seemed so real! I have taken leave of my senses. How could I ever imagine that a woman as beautiful as Christine would ever consent to marriage with a..."His jumbled thoughts suddenly halted as he took note of his current state of undress."What the hell?" Erik? Mon amour, what ever are. Am I clear?" Yes, sir. But.." "Talk only if you're spoken to. Not another word." I nod my head yes not exactly understanding what's in store for me.You reach out and your two fingers slip into edge of the towel, in line with my cleavage. And you pull me close. I clutch the towel just in time to stop it from unwinding and falling down. You then kiss me to daze. I want to hold you, but I can't. You are deliberately thorough, and make it hard for me. I have my towel in a death grip instead. You. “Do I even have any skin left!?”“Yes. Don’t worry. Fred will be impressed.”Daphne ignored her but her heart quickened a little at the thought of their old school friend. The newest cop at the precinct had transferred from the NYPD and even though Daphne had no intentions of being anything less than professional around him, she couldn’t deny that his attractiveness disarmed her. Broad shouldered and with dark blonde hair, Fred had already dated half a dozen co-workers and the stories flowing. Her tongue darted in and we stood there necking for a good minute and then I reached down and touched her tits. She pulled back from me and slapped me with her open hand, "How dare you!" she sputtered and then she turned and left me to watch her walk indignantly away.It went on like that for a year and then one night several of us were playing poker and the subject of Annie came up. Everyone at the table (seven of us) had an Annie story to tell and then George Herman said:"What the bitch needs.