He stood tentatively taking a step.There was a bit of a wobble, and he swayed a touch as he balanced, butBethesda was right the shoes were proving sta...le.Walking from behind the divider taking much smaller steps than a womanpracticed in the art of heels would, he approached them. "I guess I'mready for the next part?" I guess you are."++++++++Monica could hear the pouring rain from her side of the phone. It musthave been a torrential near hurricane storm that hit southern Florida moreoften these. "Go on," urged Nikki, "that isn't the only way you like to touch yourself, is it?"One hand ghosted back down the trim frame to press against the front of the girl's jeans. When Nikki reached out and pulled on her wrist, the girl flinched and tensed up, but didn't pull away."That's not fair," Nikki chided with a faint grin. "You want to be touching yourself, not your clothing. And I think you want me to see it, the same way you watched me, right?" She moved the girl's hand up to her waist and. Her makeup had run down her cheeks, her hair was dishevelled and her skirt had ridden up exposing the darker band of her control-top pantyhose on the top of her thighs. She saw me looking and straightened her skirt and smoothed her fingers through her hair."Sit next to me Mike; we have to talk," she said patting the space beside her on the couch.I sat next to her and she poured me a large scotch from the half-full bottle on the coffee table. She topped off her own drink and turned to me with. Ferguson,” I replied. He looked at the clock, it said 3:13. “You only have to stay until 3:45.” He pointed out as if he was a little disappointed. I was a little confused. “I know it’s not really my place to ask, but are you all right?” I blurted out. “I am just fine, Ms. Montgomery!” he yelled. I jumped almost out of my sit. He literary scared the crap out of me. I was wondered it, but I didn’t bring it up after that. “Mr. Ferguson, it seems I’ve forgotten my pencil pouch in my locker, can I.