And I didnt wake up until early afternoon the next day. I was kinda embarrassed about myself when I woke up and got busy cleaning up and putting stuff... back in it's right place. But when the evening came, I started drinkin a bit again and got a little drunkish. I found some sexy tiny black hotpant style panties and a matching bra that I put on. Mmmmm felt nice! I found some nice black stay up stockings and a short, short denim skirt. It looked like she had cut the skirt shorter than original. It. Only my legs appeared to have a mind of their own, because the parted easily with the touch until they were spread almost completely to the side. My muscles rippled where her soft fingers touched me, trailing closer and closer to the tops of my thighs. My heartbeat thundered, and I heard the rush of blood in my ears. “Let me thank you properly for putting me in my place,” she growled. “Don’t. Please. I’m not…” “I know. That’s why your crotch isn’t a single huge, wet stain, is it?” I wanted to. “I figured it had to be some kind of mistake.”“Let me at least pay for your lunch,” Maggie offered.“No, it’s okay,” he declined. “It was worth it just to meet you in person. I wish my friends hadn’t left already, they’re never going to believe me.”Maggie thought about it for a second, then offered to sign his convention program. Asking his name, which turned out to be Alan, so she could personalize it, she was halfway through when she had a better idea.“Is that your camera?” she asked, pointing. Someone to watch over me, she thought, that's what I need.Her boyfriend was on a business trip to Los Angeles and she resisted the strongurge to simply grab the nearest guy. She might have done it if her utter terrorhadn't turned into a subdued panic after getting some distance from the painting. For now, Leslie was content to check the facts. Hopefully, the bizarre eventscould be squirreled away in some deep recess of her memory, buried there forall eternity if she had her wish. Horror films.