He was good- looking and cheerful. Being close to him was nice.I put my hair up and took a long dreamy bubble bath, doing all the stuff Mom taught me....I was clean, pink, and relaxed when I returned to my bedroom to select the only thing I hadn't worn yet, a bright yellow play dress. Its nylon had slashes in it at the sides and the short skirt was slit up the left thigh to the hip. A pair of bikini panties went with it, meant to be seen as the slit flared open. The dress was about as provocative. I walked away and finally stole a vehicle. The large complex was outside the city and guarded extremely well. To bad I still had access and parked in one of the underground lots.I used a service entrance and a cover identity as a maintenance man. I even slipped into the maintenance supply room and put on a new set of coveralls. I made several checks and was a little surprised my official file was missing. I made a couple more checks and nodded before I headed up to the director level.Most of. When they got to our house we made small talk. None of us was sure that we wanted to do a repeat of the past weekend. I was sure. I didn't want to just start grabbing Jill; we were still on a kind of "date" basis. Anyway, we were talking and drinking and I kept fantasizing about Jill's naked bod. Jill is taller than Kathy, maybe two inches taller and a little slimmer, but well endowed. She has great hips and being taller, has legs up to her ass. The kind of legs you want wrapped around you. The words had not been uttered in the heat of passion, in the throes of mutual spurting orgasms. Rather, they had been spoken, whispered actually, in a fine restaurant as we held hands across the candle-lit table, oblivious to — and/or not caring about — the stares of white couples and black couples around us, each with their own prejudgments. Yes, I had been about to say prejudices, but that wasn't the right word. Linda's parents loved me; they had accepted our bi-racial existence, though.