It’s on the calendar.”“I’m just nervous.”“Do you feel OK?”“Yes.”“Any spotting?”“No.”“So it’s just you.”“I guess so. ... haven’t been throwing up. I’ve no cravings for pickles or ice cream. I feel there should be something significant.”“There is. You’re pumping new and wond’rous hormones. They’ll draw some blood tomorrow and if there’s anything amiss they’ll say something.”“True. [pause] I’m edgy anyway.”“Come into the bedroom and I’ll relax you.”“You know,” Patrick said an hour later, “You may be. Without even thinking I shuffled my legs apart, what on earth was I doing, allowing a virtual stranger, a hotel resident to touch me inappropriately but my pussy was so wet I just wanted to feel his hands on me. My flesh prickled as I felt his hand brush my thigh as he continued to travel further to his goal, his fingers deftly pulled the material of my panties to one side as he reached his target. He slipped his fingers into my wet folds stroking up and down my pussy. The messages coursing. Then the madness ends, Allison thought. Then we will both be crazy.She left Kelly's house with a parting kiss from her love and used the little money she had on her to take a cab home. Lying in bed she remembered the chat she'd had with the wizard. He hates snakes, she thought. But what does that mean? She fell asleep.And woke four hours later, stifling a scream into her pillow, but different this time. It was almost the same except as the truck bore down on her; she saw that Kelly had been. I wondered if she intentionally bent over like that, with her back to nearby guys, so they got a clear look at her gorgeous ass. I debated telling her about it. Sometimes she gets mad that people are sexually checking her out and or denies it. Other times it leads to hot sex. I opted to try my luck. “Hey Sherri, every time you bend to pick up a ball or stretch, the guy in the blue shirt and the one in the red shorts stops playing and checks you out. Seeing how you turn them on, I should have.