I coat my hands in the liquid, rubbing it in, feeling it warm up against my palms and fingers. Lifting your leg from the water, I gently grip the musc...es of your thigh, squeezing sightly as I run my hands along their length, across your knee and down to your calf. I reverse the action, taking care along the whole length of your limb, enjoying the firmness of your muscles beneath your skin. When at your groin I allow my index finger and thumb to circle the grove there; the narrow channel of. You guys, should go and have fun," I replied. I wasn't going to make up a lie to get out of it."You owe me for last night. Your coming. Be ready by 10!" she said Before I could reply. "End of conversation!" she sent. I put the phone down. How could I argue? I did owe her for putting her in that situation as well as other things. I sighed and thought of things I could wear. Did I mention I hated clubs? The rest of the day went by fast after that. All I could think of was. What to wear? Who was. My brown work skirt was riding up my legs, just briefly exposing the white panties I had worn for two days straight. Pretty rank really. My phone buzzed again. James wanted Pizza tonight, not sushi. “By the way, Mom's at Jane's tonight we can watch Twilight,” he said. “Cool,” I replied, as a tall blonde lady in a black and white dress smiled and found her way to my department racks. I had only been in lingerie for three weeks, though having spent six months in sports and swimwear I was enjoying. The woman made better soap than he did, and he was trying to get a lather on his face in order to shave when he heard a rustling in the undergrowth. He jumped out of the water to his rifle. He had to dry his hand on the grass before he could prime it.“Don’t shoot,” a female voice said.“Rosalind?” If hadn’t quite sounded like Rosalind. He raised the rifle barrel and held the sacking over his privates.“Not Rosalind, Katherine.” The girl came out of the trees slowly, as if she were afraid he would.