’ More likely you’ll forget to take it, is was Joyce was thinking. But she was so resigned to having completely failed to get Christmas set up for...Christina—having remembered when she thought back on taking Mrs. Devan Christmas shopping that afternoon that she’d forgotten to buy the gift for Christina she’d thought so long and hard on getting—that she merely smiled and opened her car door. ‘Sure thing, Mrs. Barden. You go on up to the door, and I’ll bring in the cake.’ When Joyce reached the. He walks back around and sits down across from me. I watch his well built naked body slide into the water. My heart pounding as I reach out and take his hand smelling, it kissing it, trying to see how old he is. I slip my straps down further and place his hand upon my breast. He pulls his hand back as if he had touched fire. ‘Do I know you?’ I finally ask looking at his blurred face damning my myopia. His slow nod is the answer. ‘Would I be angry if you touched me?’ I asked wondering who. My Grandmother smiled at me from over my shoulder and asked if I liked it. "Oh yes Grandma! Thank you!" "We have a long day ahead of us Clarice, ready?" I was. "After we get you some undergarments of the right size, why don't we get you a pretty dress for the Spring dance at the country club?" It was all I could do to stop from yelling Yes! By the time we reached the dress shop my arms were aching from all of the packages, so it was a bit of a relief to set the them down. We selected several. I think you're making her frustrated and angry!"Diana was having a hard time controlling herself. You're talking about me and treating me as nothing more than a sex object—and I don't care! In fact, it was turning her on faster than she wanted to admit! Come on, Diana! You're in public and you're letting him feel you up like you're a whore! Try to maintain some sense of dignity ... somehow! She spun away from Charles and turned around to face both of them, her eyes blazing with desire and.