"I'm not exactly sure what it is that they're going to handle. But I can't do anything about the fear. I'd have been terrified if I were about to stan... up in public to address a lady's garden club. But this! I'm going to be a stripper?!!The music finally came to a stop and there was blessed silence. The dancer who had been on stage came strolling back through the curtain as casually as if she was walking through the park. She held her costume in one hand and a small wad of bills in the other.. As I approached the back porch deep in thought, Angela launched herself from the screen door. She waved frantically at me to come in while peering out in both directions. "Get inside!" she hissed at me."What's up?" I asked with wary skepticism."The FBI was here looking for you."I blinked, "how do you know it was us they were looking to find?"Angela looked put out that I didn't accept her judgment right away. "They had composite sketches of both of you. It was definitely you and Kristy in those. Our fantasies and other tricks. For about 2 weeks we did this daily, until she got her period. I told her I was OK with it, but it grossed her out, so we went without for the few days it lasted. She made me promise to not touch myself until we could be together again. Then she went away for the weekend with my sister and still held me to my pledge. The next week when we were alone she came into my room and woke me by stroking my cock. This was the first sexual contact between us besides legs. His hair was dripping wet, and he casually ran his fingers through it, brushing it away from his eyes. ‘Er, sorry, am I early?’ I looked down at my phone to check the time, and also because I could feel my cheeks blushing slightly. ‘No, no!’ He grinned and stepped back from the door, letting me enter into the hallway. ‘I’m just running late. As always.’ He laughed. I nodded, smiling slightly. ‘Wanna come upstairs?’ He asked after a moment of awkward silence. I gave him a funny look, confused.