" We couldn't! The people down there walking around in the courtyard would see us." No they won't. From down there all they will see is you leaning ov...r the railing looking at the moon over the ocean."I moved behind her and raised her skirt and worked her panties down to her ankles and she said, "What are you doing Chuck?" Humor me sweetie, just step out of your panties." We can't do this." Of course we can my love."She stepped out of her panties and I picked them up as I stood up and pulled. And he slights Oldenburg, even though he was an American, because he was born in Sweden! The Op Art class is so different. Maybe it's because Bridget Riley is a British woman and Vasarely was a Hungarian. And so many of them grew out of the Bauhaus. And Albers moved to the US, anyway." She ran out of steam."Want some tea? Or wine?" Is there any white on ice?" I'll look." There was, and I brought her some. She the asked me to elaborate and I did."So, Craig will see whether he can set up a. Then I hear a familiar sound, an engine that I know belongs to a certain type of car. I look over my shoulder to see that black car pull into the parking lot. My eyes widen as I see it park. I think to myself “it can’t be her; there is no way I’m that lucky.” Even if it is her, what the hell should I do, what can I do?I see her exit her car, wearing tight short shorts and a black low cut v top. Her dark hair glistens as she steps out and stands up her hair only a little past shoulder length.. He takes more pictures, rapidly, taking shot after shot of me removing my skirt, my free breasts dangling in the air as I bend over to step out of my skirt. He holds up the bag, and I drop the skirt into the bag, and he closes it. I glance towards his crotch, realising he has a bulge in his pants, and quickly look away, not wanting to believe it. ?Remove your panties now, I want to see your western pussy? He sternly orders, scaring me with how his attitude is changing, as I strip. I stand.