Tilling about this."She left again, and I sat there with Missy. The cries were down to sobs and sniffles, but every time she tried to move an inch, sh...e groaned."Do you know who did this?" I asked."No," she sniffled. "I didn't see anything. I just felt it."Nurse Evans came in with the gynecologist, Doctor Macafee. "Missy? What happened." I got hit. Down there." OK. I need to look at it. It's going to hurt, there's nothing I can do about that. But I need to see what's up." OK," Missy said. I say it's because of the nickname I once gave you. Lightning Flower. It was because of something that I once read about how some people that have been struck by lightning experience a rare condition of Lichtenberg (named after the physicist) figures. They have also been referred to as skin feathering. Some people that get struck come away with intricate and permanent tattoo-like patterns that resemble resemble lighting bolts scattering in different directions. It's believed to be caused by. There was a brief pause in which the cool air found its tingly way into every crease and crevice in and around my vulva again, reminding me once again of my lack of knickers in front of a former lover. The result was rather more arousing than I was comfortable with. I crossed my feet to close my thighs try and keep the coldness out.“We should get together again,” Tony eventually suggested. “Like I said, I’ve really missed you.”The idea was simply ludicrous. I laughed aloud.“The wife, her. I had to bend further to see, and my unpinned pallu fell off, baring my cleavage completely to him. I knew he had done it on purpose & i blushed. His eyes were glued to my breasts, i slowly put my pallu back in place & almost could here his sigh. I was very wet in the excitement of such exhibitionism in front of a man. We tried to behave normally after that, but it was getting difficult to find words. After sometime we ordered lunch, and waited. When lunch arrived, it was the same waiter i had.