Mine is something like “wow you are a sight for sore eyes” We manage to sit down – somehow too close to each other and touching arms and not...icing our feet are touching and then noticing our calves are touching. You’re wearing something low cut, wow, your body just oozing sexuality. Small talk “how are your daughters? An*** still painting? Ar***** still into science? When is she going to come to Emory to work with me? So you were out swing dancing.” That goes on for a few minutes. "And I'm not shaved like your other women," she said, slipping the knickers off and revealing a liberal amount of thatch, just a little darker than the hair on her head."That's a matter of tradition," he said smiling, "In England few women shave, I believe, but most men do. Here it is the other way round."She moved over to him and looked down directly into his eyes."Am I acceptable?" she asked in all seriousness."Perfectly," he replied with equal gravity."And is this the real reason why you. Dream?He could smell pine cleaner. And feel the baby clench and unclench itsfist at his breast. He could hear canned music. He tasted somethingslick in his mouth, and smelled Joi. And sex. If this was a dream, thelevel of detail was amazing.A woman bumped him. He turned, smelling perfume and body odor. Thiswoman had been washing in Wolf Run. Or washing laundry there. Or maybejust sleeping in the clay. Kinny could smell it.She was grimy. Matted hair. Lice. Eww."Cute baby," she said. She was. ’‘Yeah, and he seems like a nice guy.’‘He is going to get all new gym equipment. I am kinda jealous.’‘It puts our little set up in its place,’ I told her.We relaxed, enjoying the bubbles. There was no chance of us getting up to anything. Darren had shown us the state-of-the-art CCTV system.I felt really comfortable being with Brianna. Never any pressure, but normally a lot of fun.We spent a long time, enjoying the solitude and talking about work. By the time we came out, we were like a.