. Yes.''Don't. No names. No mirrors. No clothes. We are as we are.''So if I was to ask you,' he continues, surprised by his own doggedness, 'if I was ...to ask you where you were from. . .?''I'd tell you, I was from where I was. And right now, that happens to be right here.’'And you don't want me to tell you anything either?''I can see you. I can hear you. That's fine with me.'He mulls it over. Realises his unease is subsiding. Says, because he can't now think of anything else: 'Can I ask you. There was an IPAD playing music. Joan danced with a few of the surfers. When a slow song came on she would dance topless with the surfers and I could see her whispering. When she came back to me she told me she had whispered dirty thoughts into their ears. Do you like my naked tits on your chest? Maybe youll get to suck them later on. I called her a Cock Teaser. Three of the surfers introduced themselves. John, a student at Florida State, Dave, a student at Georgia Tech and Mike who spent his. I was just coming around when I smelled my distinct odor, her lips inches from my ear. "Tomorrow at ten," she licked my lobe, "and no panties." And then she was gone.I was a bit unnerved as I drove home, the girl still knelt behind me in my mind's eye and my fingers grazed the silk of the pantyhose. I was both embarrassed by my reaction and turned on at the sensations they produced. I was worthless at dinner, burned the roast; my husband remarked that I seemed preoccupied. I felt myself. Roxy reached over and turned on her television with the ever present clicker letting the volume drown out the sound of her terribly dreadful and totally shameful whimpering that was quickly escaping her inept control. She changed the channel to the sports channel so she could see the young men running around the field in their tight shorts and banging into each other with aggressive determination to win. She imagined the strong, heavily-muscled bodies pinning her down and making her do those.