She felt real fear of Gretchen for the first time, but knew that she couldn't escape what was to come.Gretchen calmly waited for Nina to recover, havi...ng seen this kind of reaction numerous times before. Nina's head slowly lowered back to the couch, but she was crying and tears were rolling down her face. After another moment, in a very calm voice, Gretchen said, "Well, I guess those strokes don't count, then."Nina was nearly babbling trying to get the words out. "Ahh ... no ... uh ... one .... "Are you awake?" asked Samantha."Uh, yeah, I suppose so. What do you want?" I want to buy some clothes. Would you come with me?"I shrugged. "Sure, whatever."We grabbed some breakfast and then visited a department store, where wegot some bras and knickers and a cheap pair of tennis shoes. Samanthawent into the ladies to change into some underwear and came out looking abit more confident and a lot less wobbly-chested. Then we hit thesecond-hand shops. She said she didn't want to spend a lot. “Look at me in the eyes. It’s rude to look at the floor when you’re spoken to.” Just as I knew he would, he did. I smiled, and got a little bit closer. “That’s it. Was it that hard?” It was almost surreal how that grown and elegant man acted in front of me, the daughter of one of his friends. “Answer me.”“Y-yes… I mean, no.” He was clearly nervous.I rubbed my shoulder, turning around.“Be good and give me a quick massage, would you, Adam?” He didn’t respond, but I smiled when he started doing. Wet skin!I could see her face, and most of one breast. I would love to have seen the bald skin my fingers had discovered. But that part of her was in the shadows, and I didn’t want to stop what I was doing.I felt like a blind man, who understood the Braille of the body. I could distinctly feel the lips there that I’d seen countless pictures of before. But they felt completely different than I expected. They were soft and pliable, rubbery. They were fun to massage!Her hips arched, and I.