A breeze was picking up now as the sun warmed the masses of air on the slopes and in the valleys. Her husbands shirt sleeve, fluttered, his fringe mov...ed. She watched the horrible, trembling, black eye that was Colonel Tachovski’s barrel. Her fear rose suddenly again, as the moment neared. The handkerchief fell, fluttered slowly, dancing in the breaths of air that toyed with it. Marie was seeing the scene now detached, her eyes took it in, but she was aware only of her vagina, her clitoris, her. Man, stop grinning, what the hell is wrong with you?! He was fighting a feeling he had never felt before. Due to the nature of the elevator, being pretty small, he got pretty up-close and personal with her. Standing there her whole body was exposed to him like a statue in a museum. He had a prime view of her cleavage and the soft skin, and he could feel the scent of her perfume. Damn man, you are drooling. Behave! * She entered the elevator, still being distracted. Should I just. Candace, as I mentioned is very intelligent; she started school when she was 4 and then skipped 6th grade, so she was a 14 year old junior; me being her 18 year brother who was a senior was a constant irritant and source of much kidding.Candy and I pulled into the school parking lot and sat for a moment. She was dressed in her new outfit; a pair of 3 inch heels, black stockings held up by a flaming pink garter belt and straps, her new white panties with the stretchable leg bands, a pale pink. “Oh nothing, it’s just that.... oh I don’t know, forget it.” “No go on, you’re not here as a prisoner, you can say what you want,” I tell her, intrigued at what she wants to say. “Well you’re punishing me for what I have done but you well..........” “Go on,” I encourage again. “Well.... why are you giving me money each time you have me over here?” I look down at her beautiful face, her hair all sleek and wet and stare into her eyes unsure how to say something that could be very hurtful to.