" She licked her lips, showed him the size by holding her fingers just an inch apart, and then sat back, crossing her arms and refusing to smile. The ...ord "coquettish" crossed her mind.He pushed back his chair, crossed his legs, grinned and said, "A problem, eh? You don't like my kisses?"She put a finger to her lips, used her napkin, took a breath, rehearsed what she planned to say, picked her words with care, cleared her throat, raised her chin, tossed back her remarkable hair and said, "Yes,. ”He turned back to Elaine and her friend, giving us no further attention as we slipped into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I groaned. Heather let out an amused sniff as I wiped the black lipstick from my mouth.“As much as I wish we were in here with a different situation, I think we should be quick,” Heather suggested.I nodded as I set the water and disrobed. “Yeah. This has really killed my mood anyway. I can’t believe it. Pete, of all people, to pull something like this.”Heather. Not in the next match, mind you (she kicked my ass again, just as thoroughly as she had before), no, I got lucky later that night, after she invited me back to her dorm room to watch the big swordfight from Scaramouche.We hit it off so well, we wound up hardly paying any attention to the movie. I couldn’t believe how compatible we were. We could practically finish each other’s sentences.She was like a wild, glowing ball of light. Feisty and earnest. Bouncy, flouncy fun. Filled to the brim with. My attention was caught by the sound of more splashing so I put the bikini back into the basket and went to the bathroom door. I kneeled down by the keyhole but the key was obscuring my view. It required turning 90 degrees to allow me to see. There was a small part of the key protruding which I could just get a hold of and so I slowly turned it, wanting to remove the obstruction but not to make any noise.I placed my eye as close as I could to the keyhole, the air coming through made me have to.