What’s up?”“I just forgot to tell you guys” Jen said, smirking at Jo. Jo frowned a little, trying to look a little put off. Jen continued. “...We are going bra shopping and I wanted a man’s opinion about a couple of them. Oh, by the way Jo, I see that you have a very nice skirt on, without hose. I think that means that your panties are easily reachable. I want you to step behind that rack of clothes and take them off and hand them to me.”Jo smiled. She knew as soon as she saw Matt that this was. In short, it wasn’t unfamiliarity or inexperience which occasioned the look of concentration across her striking visage, but rather the challenge she was about to undertake. Years earlier she had been childlike enough to giggle when Dr. Cohen had trained her in what he called “The Inchworm”. Although these days she no longer giggled at the name, Leo was certain that if he could at this moment affix his usual biofeedback conditioning apparatus, her indicated arousal responses would be spiking. .. ..” she stopped trying to think of a word “perv over me,” I said, I laughed and turned to go down the stairs. Kirsty came to the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar, shortly after. “Yeh you were right Lou” she said and looked me up and down again, giggling. I dished the food and we all sat eating. After we had finished Ross again got up to look after the dishes. Kirsty offered to help again, “Ohhh no, no, no you don’t Kirsty, you have that story to finish”. Tonight, she did not miss any. And it sucks that you’ll be alone on Christmas.”“Maybe I’ll meet some other lonely soul,” she said. “It has to happen sometime.”“I’d rather you hang out with me,” he said.“Obviously,” she agreed.“Do you want to FaceTime?” he asked.“No,” she said nervously. “I’m ugly.”“So am I,” he said.“So you agree that I’m ugly?”“Stop it, you know what I mean.”“Whatever,” she laughed. “I’m serious, though. I have no clean clothes, my hair is a mess, I haven’t even left the dorm all weekend.”“Not even to eat?”.