She turned her head and buried it in my chest. Her movements had hiked her short skirt up and her thighs, and her panties, were plainly visible. I dro...ped my hand onto the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and stroked it, gently. Stacey, in turn, placed her little tan hand on the back of mine and guided its motions, up and down her thigh.“Have you talked to Craig?” Her voice was muffled, subdued. I couldn’t lie to her – I sensed this was important, and, unless, I told the whole truth, now, there. It would have been a normal, ‘no thanks,’ or ‘I’ll let mom know,’ but the neighbour had burst past James and was on their way into the lounge shouting on top of her voice about the disgusting state of the communal lakeside not far from where we lived. She had felt the need to tell everyone what she thought of it.I had enough presence of mind to pull Tom’s hand from my dress, jump up from the sofa and straighten my dress up before Janice walked through the door. Fortunately, I hadn’t got to the. A friendship. Yes, their exchanged glances might have been explained by a very close friendship. But that didn't explain the way Martha had been reacting to my curiosity. I wondered if there had been an attraction that they chose not to pursue. I noticed that Martha was watching me think. "You're just going to obsess about this?" she asked."No, of course not," I said.She grinned. "Now don't be shocked," she said. "It was a spanking relationship."I was glad we were sitting down. My mouth must. You'll still go to jail for a long, long time but at least you'll be alive." I looked at Wiley. "What'da you say Wiley?"Now it was Wiley's turn to stare at Frank and me. After a few seconds, that seemed much longer he answered me. "I think I'll wait and talk to my lawyer."Frank nodded and used his radio to call the patrolmen waiting outside to come in. We watched as the cops lead the suspect out to a patrol car. They would take Wiley to Central Booking at Police Headquarters downtown on 9th.