The attack continued when the scent of honey and cinnamon singed its way into Chris’s memory and forced him to turn towards her. The opening stages ...of the assault had been auditory and olfactory in nature. The visual was the heavy artillery. Bright red open toed heels strapped to slender ankles irresistibly drew attention to her long coltish legs. The matching dress ended just low enough on her thighs to be decent and short enough to be a distraction. Until she twisted enough to notice the. Then he lay down on his side and moved her into place beside him. They hugged and kissed but when he tried again to feel her boobs or under her skirt, she pushed his hands away and said, "No, don't do that.” Eventually, he moved her onto her back and lay partially on top of her. While he was kissing her neck, she looked over his shoulder - and up at me. Fuck! I thought there would be hell to pay, that they’d accuse me of spying on them. Betty’s eyes got as big as saucers and her mouth formed a. She'd not spoken to her husband for three weeks; made up a pack of red faced lies to everyone and now this. She read the note again. The note described her younger sister in menacing detail before giving instructions where to meet, signed B.That very afternoon Debbie stood in her long raincoat, skirt and boots at the bus station terminus. She looked up and down the busy street."What was she thinking off?” Her mind focused in a moment of clarity. “This was crazy." She turned to hurry away when. You reach under the skirt, touching and find me very wet. It seems, you remark, that I am enjoying myself, despite my hesitation. I say, yes sir. You touch my still exposed breasts, and say with a smile at me "I think you would enjoy yourself more without any underwear on, why don't you take them off?" I pull up my top, and get up to go to the ladies room, and you put a hand on my arm and say "no, Alice, take them off here. And I didn't give you permission to cover your breasts, yet". I stare.