We splashed each other in the shallows and got wetagain after awhile, and this time I got to touch her,the nipples darkening with arousal as they rose... to myfingertips. She grabbed my wrist as I stroked, pressingit against her chest, uttering a small moan.Embarrassed I shook free and laid beside her, afraid Ihad offended her. She moved on her side, propping herhead up with her hand, looking at me.“It’s ok, I didn’t mind,” she whispered.“Thanks,” I said,. Peering into the darkness, Eric tilted his head to listen and heard the voice again, this time sounding more alarmed, "Jimmy, please! Stop!"Carefully, Eric entered the graveyard through the slightly open wrought iron gates and crept toward the place from where he had heard Mavis. He looked around a large gravestone and saw Mavis pressed against the wall of a mausoleum, she was pinned in place by a young man Eric had seen here and there in the local area. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. I’ll have to figure out how to line up something for August while I’m on crutches.”Instead of answering, Jazz said, “I should really look at your ass. Roll over.”Emily groaned, but obeyed. “Please tell me I’m not going to have a scar on my ass.”Jazz didn’t answer until she’d cleaned the scratch at the top of Emily’s right leg with peroxide and put a wide bandage over it. “It’s not on your ass and I don’t think it’s going to scar.”Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Jazz cleaned a couple of other. “All right, have a seat. First, Jess, I greatly admire your willingness to ‘take one for the team’ out there. But we need to get serious for a moment,” she began.“I want to make sure you both fully understand what I am asking of you tonight and that you are both willing to do this,” she said.Jess answered first, “I will do it. I have to protect Aaron,” - she reached over and took my hand into hers - “I don’t want to see him go to prison. I know you have that stuff on him.”“Look,” Heather said,.