She didn't even care that therewere people looking at her; it just felt too good, too cleansing to letit out."As we celebrate the birth of our Savior,...I encourage you to seize thistime to come home. There is a loving church, a loving family here readyto accept you as you are. And there is a loving Father waiting for youto turn down that dusty road, waiting to run to you and take you in hisarms. It's time to come home."The keyboardist stepped forward and began to play as the pastor steppeddown. As soon as all the buttons on Chris' shirt were open, Mark gazed at Chris's beautiful young face as he placed his hands on his chest and sliding the shirt off while feeling the soft skin over Chris? bosom, shoulders and arms until the shirt was off. Then Mark moved his hands on Chris' pants and gave Chris a questioning which was soon answered with a small confused smile and a nod. Mark smiled back at Chris and proceeded in removing his pants together with his underwear leaving Chris completely. She was side-on to him. Her skirt had ridden up a bit and he saw the leg was very long and very shapely. Half way up her thigh he could see the button and clip of her suspender belt at the top of the black denier stocking but from there the skirt prevented any more viewing. Still, she was hardly likely to notice him, mostly hidden behind the computer and the swivel chair under the desk. Besides, a girl like that was more likely to go for a flashy office type than a down to earth technician like. Arrested by the angry voices coming from the study, I stopped on the stairs,irresistibly drawn to see what was going on. The door was slightly open, andI peeked through it to see Ryan standing in front of George's desk, hands behindhis back. George was letting him have it. ? ? so what does he tell me? You swore at him. You idiot, you swore at theumpire! Not only argued, but swore! What did you think you were doing? Tellme, mate, what the hell were you thinking?? ?Chalmers was out, damn it,?.