"I'd lend you another pair of trunks but you know theywouldn't fit, don't you?" I was adamant. "No swim gear, no racing" I insisted.Matt jumped up, ra... off, and came back with something teal green in hishands. "It will match your eyes" he grinned. It was Zoe's suit ofcourse."Very pretty," I said, "but not very funny." Look buddy, that's what we've got, ok? If you want to swim, and beat me(he knew I couldn't resist that temptation) then this is all we havethat will fit you. Besides, who else is. "And,She must not mind,either! May I ask if She models for you too,or are all of these done by memory?" I-I...Both. Please,Sir. Please don't tell on Me,Mr.Wilkins!" I begged. "It was Gretchen's idea in the first place!" I blurted out. "We were playing 'Truth or Dare' and..."He waved my explanation away. "And was it also Gretchen's idea for You to draw all of those pictures of Penises as well?"Mr.Wilkins was leaning his elbows on the desk's top,and breathing a little heavier than before,while. I remember asking myself, "What the fuck could he want?" He was dressed in street clothes and looked just as tough as he did in his gi. I opened the door and he asked, "Is your name James?" and I said yes. Then he smiled and asked, "Do you know my fiancee Nora?" That's when I told him I spoke with him the other night at the party and we had shaken hands. He remembered. Then he asked, "Did Nora suck your dick?" And suddenly I got really nervous and said, "No, of course not." He asked me if I was. "So babe, I need to go buy some manicure. Come with me" She said as she got up and pulled me out of her room by my hand. We got the stuff she needed and we went back to her room. First, we also had to do her fingernails. We sat cross legged in front of each other on her bed, and I gently started with her fingernails.As I was painting her fingernails red, our feet were playing with each other. She asked me: "Do you think I'm hot?". I looked at her for a few seconds. "You're as hot you always.