The thing was, whenever she would bend over, the dresswould ride up, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks,as well as her shaved pussy lips. At first,...she wasn’taware of her exposure, but soon learned first hand howtruly exposed she was.One Saturday evening after dinner at Bogart’s, wedrifted next door to Krystal around 11:00 pm. Therewere many people waiting in line to get in, but thedoorman recognized us and showed us directly through.After seating us on the top row of the first. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, the remote bouncing harmlessly off the firm muscles of his chest. He stalked toward her with vengeance in his thoughts. He grabbed her, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, dumping her on the couch. She sat, splayed, her skirt above her hips, her legs open for just a second, giving him a glimpse of long tan thighs and smooth skin above a tiny pair of panties.He turned his head quickly while she tried to straighten her skirt, glancing back. The struggle left her determined to stop it, the whole thing, that evening at the theater. ‘Enough dirty things,” she thought, and sighed, ‘Enough.’She showed up at the theater exactly when she was supposed to. The usher was in the theater and she smilingly introduced herself as Pam, asking if she could use the balcony. He gave her a big grin, as he allowed her to go alone to the balcony.Roger was waiting. “Hi, slut,” he began. She said to him in a soft voice, knowing it was almost her last. He had a dry since of humor that kept you laughing and his own laughs were enough to be contagious.After a shower I decided to hit the sack. Laying there with the lights off I said, “Slim, Albert said you ain’t for shit.”He broke out into a fit of laughter and we both drifted off to sleep.Slim and I went into Marfa the following day to pick up supplies for a windmill. He said we would be going out on Monday to drive the pipe and would probably be there most of the week.“You got yourself a.