Lastly, Mr. Wolfe bound the hands of the young miss behind her and pulled until they were straight back from her shoulders. Little Letme now resembled... the capital letter T which was the proper official inspection station position.Little Letme asked, ?Are you able to examine me properly now, kind sir??Mr. Wolfe replied, ?Oh, yes, young miss, everything is perfectly accessible now.?A beaming Little Letme said, ?I am so glad and I cannot tell you how grateful I am for your generosity.??Well, let. I'm lost for words," he lifted my hand oncemore and kissed it. By this point, the feelings that I got every time Igot near him had been intensified by my feelings of pride, embarrassmentand the tingly feeling I now recognised as becoming aroused. In my head, Iwas all over the place, but outwardly, I remained demure, the automaticfeminine persona kicked in and replied."Why thank you John, you look very handsome yourself."We got in the car and as the driver pulled away, John held my hand. I bend down and kiss you passionately, slowly, as my hands find their way to the ties of your gown. I pull back and you watch my eyes full with wonder as I part your gown and feast on the sight that is revealed to me. I kiss first one then the other of your shoulders, alternating as I make a trail down to the v of your neck. My hands lightly stroke up the sides of your body as my kisses continue downwards, until I find myself kissing the soft spot between your breasts. One of my hands finds. " So Bob put some money on the table and we headed off for our cars, hurrying through the downpour.We got wet. I was cold, of course, so as soon as we got in the car I took a T-shirt out of one of the shopping bags and dried my face, hair and arms as best I could. Bob glanced over at me while we were squishing down Gulf Drive."You win my wet T-shirt contest anytime," he said. I blushed. I really did, even after that lunch conversation. Then we pulled up in the parking lot, and got wet again.