Then he turned back to her. “Don’t you think so Rachel.”“Slip that jacket off and open a few of those buttons. Then you can start all over.”...Rachel was aghast. “But… but…” Mr Jones turned back to the audience of old men, theirs heads slowly nodding approval. “Just the one to start with?”His hands already unfastening the buttons. “Let’s have this left tit out shall we my dear.” His condescending tone making her feel powerless. A tear rolled down her face as his hands exposed the sheer bra. His. We reasoned if our stories were identical, they'd sound rehearsed. During Nicole's interview with Rollins, my lover cursed me for not leaving when she wanted, told her interrogator I was a stubborn SOB, was always tryin' to prove how manly I was, and that I'd rather go to a rock fight than admit I was wrong about anything. Nicole added we'd had a big fight later. Then she smiled and told Rollins that she liked the kissin'- and-makin'-up part that happened afterwards, which made Rollins grunt. "Which surprised us.He said, "You two are famous. Every boat builder in Wisconsin has heard about you."We both got the dropped chin and raised eyebrows that people get during their fifteen minutes."So ... what?" he asked."Grace wants smaller," I said."David wants single handed," Grace said."Grace wants a fairly square entry," I said."Wait ... have I got a deal for you ... come look at this boat," he said and led us off to his back lot. Sitting on the hard was a 44 foot aluminum hull with a long. I grabbed my uniform for work and shoved it in my bag. I had to leave soon so I could be at Brents before he got there. I headed for the door and heard Have fun from my moms room. WHATEVER! I shouted back. I would regret that shortly. The drive to Brents was long and bumpy, I was shaking by the time I pulled in the parking lot of the apartments. I sat there waiting for a few minutes for him to get home. As I slid the panties off, I was nervous and scared and excited all in one. I didnt know.