.Bonnie and I were at our friends house attending a bbq. The part was an opportunity for my wife to show off her new swimsuit and pinup look...and boy...did she. She looked incredible and garnered almost all of the attention from the male party goers. In particular, a neighbor of our friends named Hank...who Bonnie and Sharon had run into two weeks prior but Bonnie had left out that detail. Hank was a few years older than us and was a pilot for a local airline. He was tall with rugged good looks. Without even lookingat the ball, I turned my head and winked at Linda while hitting the ball.Because of my cockiness I had allowed Linda to get a hold of the rubberball, and she attacked like an a****l. I had lost my chance for a quickvictory, and would now have to work for it. After a few volleys I wasdesperately trying to find a way to get back in control, but Linda wantedthe game has much as I did-maybe even more. Sweat violently flew offher body has she crushed the ball with her racquet.. Which was absolutely amazing.I drove her home. It was just a casual drive, really. She did, however, slowly put her hand on my right shoulder as I was driving. Her hands were soft and gentle. That's when she started rubbing. I felt my face get hot again, but I focused on the road. She smirked and went lower, rubbing my chest gently. Her nails were short, which made sense to me, since it'd be hard to dribble as well as she could with long nails."Denise.. what are you doing?" I said, even though. My parents were a big believer in a quality education so I ended up at a private school. It was a strictly all male school that believed in football, religion and education basically in that order. Next to our school was the private all girls’ school which we had some interaction with. I can tell you that there is nothing worse than being at a catholic school when you’re not catholic except for being a middle class/poor white boy among snobby rich boys. To say I didn’t fit in would be an.