Even worse was the way men ogled his body. It was quite a beautiful body, Paul knew. His own reactions to being mentally undressed by every passing ma...n were a little schizophrenic. On the one hand, he was embarrassed and angry, but on the other he treated it as a compliment. On several occasions when he had been dozing in his hospital room he had wondered what it would be like to make love with a man who truly cared for him.He was going to have to get used to these feelings. Anne had explained. I am family. This is my duty.”“The safety of the town is more important,” she said, scooting toward me a bit.“And your theory about the firebombs is wrong. I’m staying. In fact, I may be here until the start of my next term.”She took a breath and seemed to shudder. “That is unacceptable.”“Too bad.”She looked away and squirmed in her seat. I had seen women squirm in the same way. She didn’t need a bathroom. She needed something else.I remembered how she groped me when I climbed out of Anna’s car. Anyway when I picked her up on Saturday she was wearing a denim mini skirt and a pink cotton tank top. The wife beater style. I instantly noticed her nipples where hard with excitement. She asked me if what she was wearing was OK ? I assured her that she would be the hottest girl in the park. I had driven my Chevrolet four wheel drive to try and impress her. It was set up with thirty eight inch Groundhawg tires. I opened her door and had to pick her up to put her in the truck. She said I could. Taking a deep breath, I moved over to the bureau and started rummaging through her things. I came across several brassieres, white ones mostly but then I found the one she wore that first time we made love. It was black, the cups were covered in a soft lace. It was an underwired, push-up style. I thought maybe... Then I found it. Hidden under the rest was a bra I'd never seen before. It was white, underwired just like the black one but instead of a heavy lace fabric, this one was made of a.