"Why do you think I've been walking this way?"Jesse looked at how Tammy, not her dress, was moving. "You're walking like John Wayne. Do you chafe?" Ye...." But you're wearing a dress." One stupider than mine."My legs aren't what's chafing," Tammy told her, turning into the 'Feminine Hygiene' aisle."How can you chafe?! If anything, I think I might get a rash." We each react differently to... hormones." Differently?" Jesse thought about it for a moment. "You mean!?! But you're the one who wants to. Equidistant lines on the sphere are called parallels of latitude in analog to latitude lines on a globe. Parallel lines in Euclidean space are straight lines; equidistant lines are not geodesics and therefore are not directly analogous to straight lines in the Euclidean space." The outgoing Secretary of the Interior explained"Huh?" He didn't understand a word of that."Parallel lines are arbitrary and invisible lines on the sphere." The junior intern from the Office of the Secretary of Defense. She is braless, her firm small titties are outlined by her blouse. Her soft lightweight blouse shows her hard nipples. Jasmine pulls the bottom of her shirt from the waistband of her skirt and undid the bottom few buttons. My eyes are glued to her upper body. Next she undid the top button, which exposes her cleavage. She teases me a little bit by hesitating to undo the last button that was holding the blouse together between her tits. She finally unfastens the final button and pulls her blouse. I could see a range of emotions flick across her face—fear, sorrow, love.I opened the door and stepped in.Candles were lit on the vanity, reflected in the mirror. The room was pristinely clean, the bed turned down with satin sheets reflecting a subtle sheen. Beside the bed, Wendy knelt on the floor, naked save the silver collar with its tiger-eye stone at her throat. Her knees were shoulder width apart, her hands clasped behind her back and her mouth slight open as she stared straight ahead.I.