Kim pulled her skirt up her long legs and did a little twirl for me. The hem flew up exposing about halfway up her bare thighs. “Someone special at ...ork?” I asked half teasingly. I was starting to get worried. Who was she dressing for?“No. I told you, it is supposed to be hot today and I want to be comfortable. I know that my skirt is a little short, but with the dress code loosed up, I figured this would be acceptable attire. I doubt I will have any ‘accidents’.” An ‘accident’ was Kim’s code. She told me that she had seen him hard several time when she had came in ta talk with her mother of a morning and had always wondered when he actual looked like. I had ta admit there was several times I had to take care of myself in there shower from thinking of her but wasn't gonna let her know this. Then she continued of telling me of how one morning she came into the bedroom after her mother had left and i was still sleeping that the covers had been pushed back and i had one of the good. I'm not prepared to rest until I learn them.I prepared in accordance with the old legends.I hand made a coin silver dagger that was quenched in my own blood. I learned to spin and weave flax into linen. I wove enough material to make a long hooded robe. I sewed it together with brass needles and my waxed linen thread.Making Scottish ghillies to cover my feet wasn't hard once I found a pattern.It's the summer solstice tonight. The moon's going to be full, too. I'm going out into the woods to see. She was my boss after all."Home, James," she responded with mock regality."Whose?" I asked."I suppose you live in an apartment," she asked."The best an itinerant song and dance man with his first gig in over a year and a waiter at a rock and roll club where the clientele rarely tips more than a quarter can afford. In other words enough to stretch out and sleep and little else." That's a lot," she said, her eyes sweeping over my long lean body. I shrugged and smiled. "Take the next left," she.