. we can hear the others giggling about us, we don't care, we just don't want to be interrupted. We move farther down the alley, where it's even darke...r... We stumble, clutching and groping at each other back into the alley and a loading dock with a set of railed stairs next to it resolves itself out of the gloom. She grins at me, gleaming teeth in an olive face, and digs in her little bag without looking. With one hand in the center of my chest she pushes me against the rail, it's cold against. I start to feel panicky. I am prone to anxiety attacks in closed inspaces, and I want out now. I try jerking forward, twisting, turning,squirming, rocking and back and forth; and I only manage to more firmlylodge myself in.I'm now hyperventilating, and consider calling for help. Then I hear akey unlocking the front door. Saved. It is only now, after feeling therelief of being rescued, that my embarrassing position fully dawns onme. My legs and bottom are sticking out from under the bed,. John turned toward Mary and covered his lap up with his blanket then let his hand snake under her blanket until he found Mary's skirt. He gently eased it up over her hips and was rewarded when she turned sideways and let her legs drift slightly apart. John smiled, she wasn't wearing any panties. He slipped his fingers in between her legs and when they touched her pussy he found his wife already wet and receptive to his advances. He smiled to himself and eased two fingers inside her labia and. .whatever you tell me.” I kept my face right where it was and said, “Good. Now put your skirt back the way it was.” And I waited while she reached back with one hand, and then the other, to pull her skirt back up over her hips. Then I stood and returned to my chair. I sat and looked at her for a few minutes, letting the silence and the fact that she couldn’t see me unnerve her a little more. Then I said, “Do you know, Miss Santiago, I really dislike pantyhose. I don’t like the way they look.