.." My mother played. Beautifully. This was her room."Andrew walked to AnneMarie and took her hand, then led her to a corner of the room, holding her ...lose, resting his hands on her waist."Are you angry with me?" No." AnneMarie shook her head. The ringlets of her hair, gathered on top of her head for the warm day, bounced with her movement.Andrew smiled. He could not avoid doing so. Without the jacket to her dress, with her hair piled on top of her head and the faint mist of perspiration on her. I have checked in by radio with your control, and I’m returning home from a couple of counties over. My wife, identified as SWMBO on the radio, is expecting us.”There was a delay in further conversation, until the same voice directed us, “Advance, slowly, weapons holstered or slung, hands visible, one at a time. Clear?”“Clear. Here I come.”I walked forward as directed, wound my way around the barrels, and found a couple of the local firefighters greeting me. “Bob! Allen! How ya doin’! Mind if I. When the taller gangster turned to look back at the clerk again, all movement from him seemed to freeze in place when he saw the clerk was holding a shotgun in his hands, pointing it at the troublemaker. ‘You let that boy go.’ ‘And if I don’t?’ ‘Then, I’ll blow your brains out.’ The clerk said, his voice serious with no hint of bluff. ‘Fuck this shit.’ Murmured the gangster. The gangster got off of me, put his knife away, and as he started to walk away, turned to me, pointed his right index. I turned away from her, undid the button of my pants andstarted to slide them off.“Oh, look at Miss Modesty. Who are you hiding from? In case you forgot I'm topless over here.”Who was I hiding from? I slowed to a crawl as I pulled down my jeans, bending over as I did to stickmy ass out towards her. I swished my hips from side to side as I stood back up, making my assbounce from side to side.“Is that better?” I asked in my best seductress voice. I was aiming for Marilyn Monroe, but probablyfell.