(Perhaps she has a smaller belt or rope she puts around their ankles.) “Have you ever touched each other like this before.”The girls say “no.”...“This is a good time for a picture.” She takes Cindy’s phone from her purse and takes pictures. “Cindy, this is on your phone. If I or Mandy ever ask to inspect your phone and these photos are missing, then we’ll know that you don’t want any more sex from us. Do you understand?”“yes.”“See if you can keep your phone safer than Mandy did.” She smiles. My sister and herfriends weren?t exactly the types to take no for an answer, and I did oweMisha for financing the shopping trip for me."Alright!" I relented even as I inwardly cursed the decision. That angstdidn?t stop me from turning toward the door to grab the handle. "But I?mnot buying it!" You don?t have to!" Shelia assured me. "We just wanna see what it lookslike on you!"Letting out one last sigh, I took the plunge. The latch clicked. Thedoor swung open. I stepped out with arms. Luckily, Julie did not hear the mumbled, one-sided conversation. “Sorry.” A brief pause. “End of message.”Julie returned from the kitchen, stopped at the small dining table to put down the two Cokes, removed her tight yellow sweater, and hung it over a chair. Now, with her shoulders exposed around her halter top dress, Tim got an even better look at his English teacher. Her alabaster skin was reminiscent of a fine porcelain vase, but a pronounced sprinkling of freckles made themselves known,. You notice it is divided into a couple of rooms; the first is a small lounge with a couple of couches and a small powder room off to the side. The lounge opens into a bedroom with a king size bed, dresser, closet, and a master bath. I lead you into the master bath and turn you to face me. You are looking down again, and I cup your chin and lift your head so you look me in the eyes. “Don’t make me do that again,” I tell you. You nod affirmatively. As you hold my gaze, you feel your dress slip.