If she spoke to someone like this alone, it was straddling being borderline sexy, a directed come-on. But with other guys around, they couldn't acknow...edge it or react to it because it was only proper. It had to be ignored because they were being watched. It was hardwired Etiquette. Or was it?Could they tease her for it? Could they lower their guards and be teased? Group behavior was weird and filled with landmines. Two of them looked away, disengaging from the moment, unsure of themselves.Mike. * I fixed my pony tail at my crown with a pink scrunchie and went back to the pool. I really liked the way it swung back and forth when I tied it there. Just a few more inches and it would be brushing my neck as it swung back and forth. I always thought a pony tail was sexy on a girl. I put on my borrowed mules again. *I think I like these.*Going back out to the pool, Janet noticed my improvements' immediately. "Darn Jackie, you do have pretty legs" she teased. "Thanks Jan. I'm glad you. Now, we renewed ourfriendship, and so of Suzi too we shall hear more, later in thisnarrative.As the years passed, my day-time look progressed. My shoes becameslimmer and more elegant, my boots tighter, my wedges more pronounced.My mother obtained from somewhere some genuine Scottish tartan, fromwhich she crafted a kilt - tighter and shorter than any real Scottishkilt, but sufficiently convincing to be passed off as such in public. Iwore it with a military-style red jacket, with brass buttons. .. me, certain I was going to be grabbed by the scruff of my thick red neck and hauled off to jail -- hell, my thoughts alone could get me 50 years! -- did I remember? I've never forgotten. So, with my eyebrows a little knitted, I replied, "No, what panties?"For as long as perhaps one, or at the most, two seconds, Jean looked at me with surprise and then seeing the twinkle in my eye, she laughed in relief and said, "You shit, you! Come ON, I'm serious." Jean, I might forget my name or where I.