Sally's bra to Phillip looked oversized, like the jersey she just took off, which made no sense to Phillip. Sally then bent over as she dropped off he...r oversized pants and Phillip wasn't surprised to see that she had on a pair of 'granny panties', which covered her rear end completely and rather unflatteringly. Phillip again thought about rolling over to give Sally some privacy, because he didn't want her to think of him as a pervert, but his curiosity still would not give in to his. The thought made my stomach flip.But what the hell. It had been an unsettling evening. A girl’s allowed to let her mind wander. Besides, chances were, I’d never have to see Mr Scott Banks ever again.*I saw him the next day. The Flower Emporium on West 64th closed at half six and I only got out of work at six so I had to make a mad dash across the city to make it before closing time. Even at that time, it was busy. It was called an emporium but it was a tiny shop really; wedged between a bakery. I put the camera down on the table beside the bed and went to the toilet. I quietly closed the door behind me, and then, and only then, did I seek to 'alleviate' my own pent up sexual energies, by masturbating. As I did so, I couldn't help but play back in my memory the sight and sound of Mara having sex with Omar. Never before had she ever done that with anyone since we'd been married several years earlier, and so there was a certain surreal quality to the situation; and yet, that curious. Lori, you are moving out of my room today, or everything of yours will be thrown out my window when I get back there tonight. And then I just turned and walked back out of the building, and saw Mark with his pants up stumbling out of the bushes. Mark! I shouted and ran over to him. Oh my God, Rachel, Im so sorry! You gotta believe me, Ive never done anything like that before. Thats not me, he started but I interrupted him. Its not your fault, someone spiked the punch, I said to calm him down..