.." she turned to us."Do we want to hang out with them?" Ask where," Amanda said.She nodded, "Where?"More pausing. "He said just maybe the park or som...ething."We all looked at each other and nodded. "Sure," I said."Sure," she repeated to him.Then more babbling between the two of them, and she hung up."They're coming by to pick us up in a half hour." That soon?" Amanda yelped.We laughed.We, of course, all had bought clothes to wear the next day, a couple of outfits we could wear depending on what. Robin walked down the stairs and entered the front room confidently, smiling brightly, perfectly white teeth showing clearly through his lipsticked mouth. The two visitors stood at once in obvious appreciation of the young lady's beauty. "You must be Robin's sister?" said Mike Bailey."No indeed, Mr Bailey," said Grace, "this is Robin, he prefers to dress this way these days. Beautiful, isn't he?" If this is your idea of a joke, madam, then its one I do not share. Are you telling me that this. They knew what they were doing. The power was off while for a few minutes while one of the girls worked on the main power board with her dad, so he grabbed the chance to eat a hot dog. He heard a chainsaw. A chainsaw? This he had to see. He wandered outside and discovered that the chainsaw was in the hands of another person he'd never have expected to see. Andrew Johnson from St Joseph's turned to him with a big smile on his face. "Hey Chris, how are you?" Andrew? What are you doing here?". The water splishes. It's the only other sound in the room besides her laboured breathing. A stray droplet lands in the foamy mess just before I broaden the path further.The razor contours into her cleft, a breath away from her clit as it glides downward, leaving smooth pink skin in its wake. My fingers stretch her flesh taut as I swish down her delicate folds, retracing my steps until no hint of roughness remains on this side.Letting go, I sit back to appraise my work. Her breathing remains.