. a simple one at that ... and one that I actually WANTED an honest answer to, regardless of what that answer was, and ... nothing. No guidance. No pe...mission, or lack thereof. Apparently, it was all up to me whether I went to Rachel's birthday party, and what would happen there.Now you know why men go crazy when there's a woman in their lives.It sort of sounded like she might be telling me that she wouldn't throw me out if I ... did ... something. By the same token, if I did ... something .... You wade into the water up to your waist, then plunge underwater. When you come up, you exclaim, ‘Holy fuck, that water’s cold!’ ‘But it feels good, doesn’t it?’ I call out.. You wade over to where I am and look down at me, watching my breasts gently bobbing around with the current, my lovely nipples look like hard berries in the moonlight, taunting you, daring you to venture a nibble. You reach out and touch them with your fingertips, gently flicking them. My pussy feels a rather intriguing. 'UNKNOWN NUMBER'. Should I answer? “Hello?” “Hi! Are you busy?” Your familiar voice. “No, just in town having a coffee, killing time.” “Good! I’m in town too, and I’m bored… See you in David Jones, menswear... 15 minutes”.You hang up. Slipping my phone into my chinos back-pocket, I finish the coffee, and hurry out of the café and across the road into the store. Muzak and the perfume counter assail me as I enter and head up the escalator to menswear… I do one circuit of the floor, and can’t see. Her companion, who was shorter and red-haired, had a bit of a masculine look. Both of the women were dressed in jeans and sweatshirts and were wearing riding boots. The dark-haired woman looked at Jason and smiled. ‘Jason…Jason Weeks, is that you?’ she asked. Jason looked at her a bit more carefully and a smile formed on his face. ‘Brenda. Brenda Dooley,’ he said, recognizing Sylvia’s sister, who he hadn’t seen in almost five years. She’d slimmed down a little, and was wearing her hair cut very.