She sipped her second drink a little more slowly, feeling her nipples hardeningagainst the fuzzy material of her bathrobe. Marilyn always felt embarra...ssed whenher body spoke to her this way, it was almost as if it was telling her that it was hungryto be touched and caressed ... yet, what could she do ... she couldn't go out andsolicit a man, she just wasn't that kind of a woman.Marilyn had been widowed a couple of years now and during that time she had hadone brief affair with a doctor, but. True or not...” “The optics. I know. The appearance of a problem is enough sometimes.” The DA looked pensive, his eyes narrowed, looking somewhere past Rebecca. Finally, he spoke again “God damn it.” He stood up from his desk and began pacing his office. “Damn!” He slapped his desk, rattling a pen out of its holder. Rebecca started to replace it. “Don’t. Just leave it.” She followed orders this time. The DA wandered over to his office window and looked out, his hands on his hips. “I was hoping. "I felt his hand on my hip where my dress had stayed since this encounterbegan. "Look at these panties, tie at the side ribbons? And you expectme to believe you aren't a bitch in heat looking to get fucked. Filthycocktease."I heard him reach into his pocket followed by the sound of his belt,then his zipper. "Take a nice deep breath slut." His hand closed overmy mouth and nose. Following his direction I inhaled deeply of thestrange smell, kind of sweet, but musky at the same time. My. Tuesday January 28, 2014 – Freshman YearCoach Hope pulled me out of lifting before school. He had me sit down in one of the chairs across from his desk. As soon as I was comfortable he started."I wanted to know if you were interested in playing in a seven-on-seven tournament." Sure, it sounds like fun." Here's the deal. The school will not sponsor a team. I talked to Brad and he is putting together a varsity team." Am I invited to be on the team?"I had to ask. I really didn't want to play on it.