"Dr. Barton started to input additional notes into his comlink."Would you excuse me for a few minutes? I have some files I need to review." Of course!...Dr. Eisenstadt swept out of the room. Soon thereafter, Melody started to stir. Dr. Barton froze, unsure of whether he should get closer to her or to call for Dr. Eisenstadt.She stretched, sat up, and smiled. "Oh, I see you're still here. Do you know where Dr. Eisenstadt is?"He stepped away for a minute. He should be back soon." Good. I wanted to. She was home by four-thirty; had time to lay her underwear out on the bed and hang her dress ready on the wardrobe door. She also had time to pack an overnight bag for Alan.As her bath filled, she poured herself a glass of rose wine and undressed. For a few moments, she posed in front of her wardrobe mirror. She was pleased with her body. It wasn’t too skinny and neither was it plump. Her breasts were neither too small nor too large and her legs were quite shapely. The only thing that she. " Dear Santa. My name is BillyJoeBob and I don't know what kind of shit my girlfriend is writing you but I can tell you one thing. One woman's 'hot dog' may be another man's 'stick of baloney', if you get my drift, and she couldn't get a good grip on a dry two-by-four with those loose flaps she calls 'lips'. I hope to hell she asks you for a tighter pussy, like she's always threatening. It wouldn't hurt a thing if you could take some of those warts off while you're at it, too. Thanks a lot,. A few minutes later, Coach Lambert got off the other bus and stuck his head in ours. He saw us surrounded by a bevy of beauties, shook his head, and headed back. I think if he had the choice, he would have joined us. The equipment managers saw all the hot girls and sat by the bus driver. The last to get on the bus were the trainers Jill and Becky and the cheerleading coach Pam Lowden.We were having a good time until about thirty minutes into the trip. Then it became 'tell stories about David'.