The rest of the weekend we discussed what had happened and what we or rather I should do next. "Try wearing a short, tight skirt and show some more cl...avage" he suggested. "I can't wear that kind of skirt as the other teachers and students would notice and question. Maybe I could let them see more of my boobs though". That we agreed on and my husband helped me pick out a top that would work and one of my more "sexy bras" as he calls them. One that has the least amount of material and just. “All done, Jerry, Sally. Come on down.”“Password, Jonny?”He laughed. “Constantinople! No problems. Come and see.”Sally shouldered her Mannlicher, But I carried my MP5. Password or not, laugh or not, I didn’t intend to be unpleasantly surprised. I noticed that Sally had her Luger in her hand. I hadn’t realised that she’d brought it.We found Jonny with Cobber in the lounge. Two men, semi-dressed, were cuffed on the floor. Two naked, blonde-haired, early teen girls huddled together on a sofa as. . can't complain... well, I didn't know I had anything to complain about 'til I saw you and figured out what I been missing," Brad joked."Awwwww, ain't that sweet?" Darlene remarked. "It's pure bull shit, but it's sweet, isn't it, Ashley?" They laughed.After a while, Darlene begged Ashley to lend her Brad for a quickie back at her table and Ashley shooed them both away. She looked after the rapidly disappearing pair, wishing the invitation had been for both of them.Turning away, Ashley fended. It's filthy. I was drunk off my ass writing it and hornier than fuck. I kept picturing her naked. I wanted to do dirty things to her all night long. I paced back and forth the length of the deck, long fingers ruthlessly shoving through my hair. My hands gripped the railing, and I watched the sun rise over the water. I wrote every damn idea I had that night. Only some made it into that story. I have a whole file full of ideas I can use. Scenarios buzzed through my head as dialogue formed. I'm.