”“Clever. You weren’t supposed to ever see it. It started as a snake, but I changed it to a phoenix for Pietro. Unless you saw me on the beach, ...t’s meant for him, not his obnoxious friends.”“No need to be rude. I didn’t wager you away. What is the writing on your arm? French isn’t it? What does it mean?”“You were the one to suggest me as a wager. I doubt anyone else would have considered it. The arm tattoo says, ‘La Folie est Mon Pain Quotidien’, which translated means ‘Madness is my daily. I turned the corner and saw there was one man leaning against the door frame of a booth about halfway down the hall. As I approached, I made sure to pull my shirt open so the white and fluorescent pink cups of my bra were glowing brightly in the gloom.I stared at the gentleman's crotch as I walked closer to him. When I was just about in front of him, I very briefly paused and lifted my eyes up to meet his gaze.He was a little older than me, and dressed in khaki slacks and an oxford button-down. During lunch, the sisters were talking about how turned on they were knowing that a number of complete strangers saw them stark naked. Then they started talking about the guys that flashed them and began rating how the different ones were hung. I looked at Jerry and starting talking about the many girls that flashed us their breasts and began rating them on size, shape and firmness. Jerry added a rating that included the size of the aureoles. This caught the girls’ attention and made them. (A big girl needs big hair, she thought.) She waswearing a long-sleeved, cream colored satin blouse and a curve-huggingskirt of black velvet that fell just below the knee. A wide belt helpedto accentuate her hourglass figure. She had a long strand of pearlsaround her neck, and wore matching earrings and bracelet. Her legs wereencased in sheer black hose, and she had a pair of 3 ?-inch cage heelson her feet.She walked back and forth on the concrete floor several times, revelingin the tap-tap.